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GLADSTONE

whales do not speak their own English

              I didn’t believe when you told me

 

how the earth spun with a container 

        of chest rub   we grew in the floors pinned by

The bricks of your south neighbor’s wall 

   your finger

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WAUPOOS ISLAND

Nana anointed her babies by running soap  

 

and the water 

 waited because it knew that about us

 

She tells me as  concern with fishing numbing stones

 my sister   feeding from our rag  

is  the island’s breast

 

I, real fear sand’d