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“There’s lemon juice
in my bones.”
The only way I knew
to describe
the pain as I grew.

“I’m a dog,
tail between her legs
pouting under your table.”
My response
to God’s rule.

Sometimes letters together
form words

Better to explore
with metaphor.

As Lewis mused
of tunes we’ve never heard
and the scent of a bloom
never exhumed

I cannot tell you in a,b,c’s
but I may describe
the waves of the sea
the hum of wings
the buzz of bees
the fruit of trees
the ways of which
I can only
believe unseen.

What cannot
what cannot
be known
with lines and

Let me offer
in the warm sun
on my cheek
and deep fog
hugging the street.

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