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There is no
singular conscious moment
of decision:

“I want a black hole
to suck in
with one great heaving

five thousand
one hundred
ten

wedding nights.
I was a wife
at two, at two.”

There is only
the body’s final remaining
defense:

“Under my eyelids
I keep a garden
and Jesus.

I won’t remember
this
in the morning.”