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I was carrying a dead deer tied on to my neck and shoulders deer legs hanging in front of me heavy on my chest People are not wanting to let me in Door in the mountain let me in Monarch butterfly Monarch butterfly, dip your hand in the wooden box of papers on my back and open me Take the hand inside the hand I’m struggling to leave: Let my hand play! My old body My old body: a ladder of sunlight, mercury dust floating through— My forgivenesses, how you have learned to love me in my sleep. 26 door in the mountain ...

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