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Nine
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Annunciation I saw my soul become flesh breaking open the linseed oil breaking over the paper running down pouring no one to catch it my life breaking open no one to contain it my pelvis thinning out into God * In our child house In our child house our mother read to us: England: there the little English boy would love us under neath a tree: not kill us: that was white space only like her childhood like her father her sorrow Nine Your hand on my knee I couldn’t move new poems 3 The heat felt good I couldn’t move The shutmouth mother goes down the stairs and drinks warm whiskey she always goes and drinks warm whiskey down in the corner: Handme -down: And everything on the hair of starting again. The girl spills the half-gallon of milk on the floor. The milk is all over the floor, the table, the chairs, the books, the dinner, the windows —Mother and son are gone happy. The father to work. The sister to marriage. The girl is still spilling the milk-house white negative shining out of one life into another life. Mother in your white dress your smoke your opaque eye 4 door in the mountain ...