i loved you best
when my heels were at the edge
and i was balancing precariously on my good leg,
unrepentant and absolute,
contorting my tongue in defense
of all the eloquence i discovered there-
where the dew hit the bellies of Carthage and Tyre
the
cifte telle
sounding fracture
in the skull
and in the spine
all the places where the bones were supposed to
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hello, penelope.
troy could never hold any of us... no more than circe.
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