Thank you, Niagini
Sallow
I spoke with her on the bank
of an escarpment our boat beached.
Her belly was rounded and stuck,
sudden and pink from under her shirt,
some great creature wallowing against her
chest. Her words were rounded sighs,
feet sinking into the muck and worms,
and I barely listened, the smooth globe
of skin reddening in the glare. And I said,
you are mistaken.
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