I saw you crawl
along the floor to
burp on the dog
my happiness rose
the ember of my heart
aflame insousciance
of childhood stained
with mulberry juice my memory
it never leaves
chins beneath
the goat-thread hairs
a desert-woman beard this
menopause redeemed this
lifetime spent with
rising gorge a bubble
of you too
blue
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so strong
desert floor