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My Dog the SoulHand over my heart I pledge the oath(under my tongue the word fermenting in saliva—solitary under the mouth’s sky) In my ear life whispers the salt sea I see from far off how I blanch white then closer ever closer Immeasurable the goodness according to which Emmanuel weighs heavy on The white glare of the word will reflect all colors I had no choice. I was chosen. Not my body, not my soul, but my sex at the word’s heart
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