The Felt


we
named him baku-san,
after the way, in our
sleep, he devoured a
dream with his tiger
paws and rhinoceros
eyes, then hiccuped
at the menarche, our
surge of lining, salty,
red and thick, thread,
glass and light, light,
light.

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