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For Mom and Dad, my original storytellers

The Lovers’ Prayer to the Body

O musk & mineral, salt-slick lips—each pore’s lifted hair a language only felt;
O marrow-mystery, where bone softens to redbreath & healing’s quiet machinery.
We worship skin & bone but what of meat? It is muscle’s movement we resent:
push & pull & will. Let us be still. Let us be still. O let us be still.

—Benjamin Cutler

Even As We Breathe

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