we held           clammy hands
she is my little sister she is me
                                                            fair is light pouring doubt dawn unto our
                                                            green the gunshy canopy altered dusk
we wear white neck dresses
nun braids deign, fall out
                                                Church of the Holy Voyeur
                                                                                                all ground
                                                                                                but not here   below
                                                                                                                        ahmen
            Let
            my pineal gland be an eye
            lids the night from day
                                                           
                                                                                                we can’t tell    who
                                                                                                to stone       so
we turn it on we flay ourself
bad body        unbound light
                                                girl cheeks lit up
                                                once a ferris wheel
                                                                                    like a sign says
                                                                                    step right up
me wants to let go of my hand
                                                            vanish into the burn tent
                                                            conn’d trees but I won’t
let her Let Us
                        make wolf our one fist
                        rejoin beg twine ensnare     faith in our hiddeness
                                                                                                                               

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