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Eighteen

Green bookbag full of poems

I leaned with my bicycle

at the black brick edge of the world

What was I, to be lost

or found?

My soul in the corner

stood

watched

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Girl and boy

we had given each other

we wantedbreasts
bellieshair
toenailsfingernails
hairnipples
foreskinforeskin
heart

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I gave up signing in

to the night book

little notes in time

signing our names

on the train's engine car

gray 19th century Irish men

in our gray stiff clothes

Door in the Mountain

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