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ISSUE:  Winter 2021

Suppose it’s easy to slip
              into another’s green skin,
bury yourself in leaves

and wait for a breaking,
              a breaking open, a breaking 
out. I have, before, been

tricked into believing 
              I could be both an I
and the world. The great eye

of the world is both gaze
              and gloss. To be swallowed
by being seen. A dream.

To be made whole 
              by being not a witness, 
but witnessed.


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