Ruth

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Sweat,the ripe water lunch                   

hangs from the daggers 

imprinting faces

with freckles and wrinkles,

the skin’s perched albatross.

The knuckled wind from the apple tree,

the Narcissus of the miscarried cells

of adolescence,

stops by to drown in it.

Darkness scrubs the light

clean into Einstein mess.

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