phase musics
not all of us have a sister and not all of us have a sister whose first job was to run security for a petting zoo.
not even in dream does she have her own room.
her lifetime of sickness
god’s
hidden fondness
for
/ the tattoo.
when she gives birth she gives birth in a field
to a thing that records
her lost
nothingness
& we visit
where nude
we cricket.

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