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Uncome June

have you been
will you come
ecstasy, or yesterday
double helix or simple sign
or mirror holder

i spy you, child,
playing in a green wisp
in the cornea of the house cat
not what i expect, at all

precisely who i am not
makes the mother of me
through the daughter i was

who tears through me
her father’s love and
renders me sexless

through a front door, you come
a slender hex, in millions that father spends

who comes hot on heels through
the pastel future
i’m carrying child

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