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{apparition poems #1473} adam fieled Passages that shudder between blackness between legs between what moves (taps head) between us like this (taps head again) hints she may not be the animal bride I’m looking for (by this I mean seed carrier, not the same as mother-for-kids, almost), what’s between what used to be between us, what now is, is between her, others who have more claim to be animal brides, but she’s here, that’s the key, here now, actually, which may be all that matters, if to matter is to lie back, legs apart, between being, becoming, moving, removing all barriers, fences, boundaries, expenses to move again. |
