go last
naked, I photograph your bed.
it takes me where I stand
the low joy
of jumping
rope.
birth has become a boys club.
I can weigh two things
with what
you broke.
naked, I photograph your bed.
it takes me where I stand
the low joy
of jumping
rope.
birth has become a boys club.
I can weigh two things
with what
you broke.

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