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MIDDEN
i.
something has passed
a breath through pursed parched lips
a breath through rows of straining gills
gristle and bone through
a fist of water
to drop
at the entrance of a midden
stone rolled away
from what was never an empty tomb
ii.
a rift opened within me
(enough to allow a beak)
(that’s all it takes)
and in She swam
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