I move my hands
in these woods
to find her sex-parts.
We discover our sex-parts
make heat
and blue light.
We become outlines of ourselves -
long scratches
in the sky.
We have a daughter
who was never born.
She lives in the house
we never built,
but in this new light
you can almost see
its tattered roof.
Zachary Schomburg. Scary, Scary. Black Ocean, 2009
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