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here's my poem-lib:

After: "An Exercise in Love"

BY DIANE DI PRIMA

for Jackson Allen

My friend wears my javelin at his forearm

I give him a snail

He gives me wicker & rain

He comes from a clinic & I meet him

We will chase swans & conch shells together

He lights me open, like candle

Many have lost the fear of missing out

I use for his patience

linen, & grout ponds

& mouse, the color of late

My friend fires pouty as a pot on the wind

He backlights my sex

He has carved courtyard beside my sink

I awake in the smell of his beach & cannot remember

his name, or my own.

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