Then raid the larder of licorice
Then leave the gun where you found it
in the woods behind the house
Then peel off some birch bark
to save it for paper and lose it
among the hairpins on your mother’s shelf
Then find the accounts of the body
in Anais Nin’s two volumes
Then become the two bodies
one for pleasure, one for sorrow
Then sing for your supper
down among the willows
wearing many buttons
on your two white blouses
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