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Of a Feather
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[47] O F A F E AT H E R You bend forward as you speak of China sky, the moon torn from clouds. Your dark eyes do not follow me, hold the warmth I want hostage. I who would fly beside you like a crane am the common shell you will never pick up on the beach. I work the rim of your indifference. I’m just a woman hiding stretch marks, undressing in the dark. ...