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they should have known
she wouldn’t last.
she emerged at birth with
blue lungs full of silver pins.
there was nothing to do
but send her out to the field
with God and a candle and see
how long it would take
to set this horizon on fire.
she has no future, no past
to paste into books,
to remember through song,
or mother’s bread,
or the ways the pleats
in her skirt hid all those
bruises on her knees.
a forest of wolves welcomed
her cloud down to the wheat.
they bit into the softest thing
they could find.
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