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ОглавлениеFor 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