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the
left breast --- set on my palm
and
so forth --- that throbbing finger
and
so on --- as I don’t remember
because I’m all my self my own self now
the
left breast next to the right one
the
right breast stretched to the tip of that finger
and
I don’t remember
because I am myself my own self now
cheeks blue
neck bruised
eyes blood shut
and
skinny skinny skinny
up
to the shoulders skinny
tired?
Shapour dips in me a star of an sky, bloody red, and drifts away
The Left Breast
Saghi Ghahraman
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