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clitoris I
curious fingers cleave downy
flesh in two. juice leaks
down arms as sore fingers
scrape out insides, searching
for the stone-hard-like wishbone.
they break it for luck
& devour what remains.
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clitoris II
my under-belly orchid
grows in greenhouse warmth—
dirt-grubbing fingers
explore soil’s dampness
coax out white bulbs, glooming
in hidden hollows—my war flags
slow unfurling
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