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Terra Incognita

ISSUE:  Winter 2021

Out here, I’m lonely enough to open 
my body for anyone that finds me,

hoping they’ll anoint me 
like a primordial light loosed

from a fossil, a wind trapped in ice 
for four million years. I wait here

to be seen. When you reach me, 
you slit me from neck to groin

as if peeling a fruit
you have just discovered, my pain

a pearl nectar trickling 
into your cupped hands

like an extraterrestrial spring. 
You have never been hurt.

Never been cut, been sacrament.
I dare you: Put your mouth

to the wound you’ve made of me
                             and breathe in.


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