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After we felled the Noble fir, you washed the sap from my hands. In the sink, the soap and the sap and a nest, a bed of needles. You read my future in their pattern: You'll do this, you'll do that. It will be this way. True, all of this happened: a pair of hands in the mirror, a gathering of dark matter. We traced the lines of pine in the white basin and left the tree outside, a cut thing.
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Moore, Jennifer
(2013)
"[After we felled the Noble fir],"
Booth: Vol. 5
:
Iss.
3
, Article 5.
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