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The tears won’t flow

from my face the way blood

flows from my womb.

The current continues

daily down my legs

though I have begged

the God whose temple

I may not enter to sew

me closed. Once,

they say, he turned

an Egyptian sea to blood

and back to water.

I don’t believe this now.

The blood remains

and never turns. My tide

moves ever out and out.