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Thursday, November 29, 2007

I'm Pregnant

I’m Pregnant

Except it is not the I that is
but the She
pregnant
with
hopes, dreams
and our little Echinodermata
come together
in a big crunch
the ecdysis of butterflies
the revamping of atoms
on consignment
from dead time;
and things not yet born
for s/he has only known death
Posted by Link at 3:38 PM

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