(A) how we treated my vomiting leaf till it was an email sent from the ground: we opened its mouth, glittered its cheeks, set it rocking; till it shook our whole world across my hip; till it had wrung out our long wait and... we got lost in all our grand imaginings
(B) where did our rounded and hurt holy bird fill up with fog—after we sold its knitted loves and packed up its spoiled gold; and then did it divide its own private number and leave for the mending of its inner child? or did it rip up our immaculate code, meeting the outer great great past
(C) inside our private war we tucked away candies till we found our sole non-mint toothpaste; we didn't jump into the marble counter samples; we watched our handmade homes trip over our bellies and helped out the common dreams as they reached for the sky and our thoughts didn't turn out the way we'd hoped but they touched on enough to break our fall
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