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I am a ghost in my mother's house
and a blaze in my father's
a sinew of raw flame through
libraries of plastic wrap volumes

to your absent harpsichord blessed is she
to your silent grandfathers
blessed is she among their murmuring
to push you into a pool can see
your pigtailed eyesburst blessed is she

among both heathen & devout, dragging
an old goat by the ankles
blessed is she with both the numerals
and the eye that journeys through salad,

blessed is the belly of
the morning about to simply turn over