Moro Reflex

Today, I am no longer
a relic wrapped in furs.

Leaving you, mother and
leaving you, father, oh!
I feel as mean as a harlequin baby.

But now,
I am human again, able
to extract fingernails
from my palms.

my body asks for things:

I see my love move,
india ink eyebrows
on ghosty vellum and
I press and press and press
his calligraphy to me

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