A desire is in the girl's bangles:
first they will break on his bed
then on the threshold of his house.
...
Just a little hope is needed
like a ray of sun
shining in the earth
...
Eyelashes will shed
in her desire to see you
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Child, go home.
Your home is nowhere?
Then go back to the womb.
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When it arrives on your doorstep, the first thing every love
asks is: can you jump from the window for me? Can you stab
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The ants had lost their way home.
They walked, making lines between our sleep and our bodies.
Their invisible flour stays scattered in their memory, scattered
by some other place and time. They kept going from one end
...
This is the first night
Dry flour is scattered
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