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Written by Felicia Zamora
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tube socks hammock branches
flags flown in capitulation
to steely skies and gifts of fog
my toes in the moist
squish of flesh and earth-
worms my sisters
tagging along in
pockets of half-sown taffeta
twirls and lifts of skirts and limbs
our helicopter games kindle
symphony in brambles
sweet edible dark
receptacle not separate to
purple tooth smiles with
rippling river chimes
in boulder drums
mounding the canyon
valley amphitheater
streams from my pores
gathering momentum
veins in melodious cadence
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