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TRANSFUSION FOR A LUNAR LADY
Please bleed I tell the iron womb
that creaks open for you
The flood of poppies of leaf-veins
I will unfold it for you

Together we will observe
the night's effluence
the red garden writing rose twigs
We will weave the scarlet mould
into a scar

The sun scratches
The child is blue in a private wish
Graduates in a rose garden
the mating of mists

Wanting the dawn to hum
a small white place waiting
to be grown
I feel the fingers writing
a new geometry
a construction of stars
a blood-red book flooding

NICKI JACKOWSKA
from
Promontory #3

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