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like fabric and batting, my quilted body.
These calcium shards betray and sting
they ache with love, moan my name
while I sleep, until I wake, say
hush, hush, hush
Kris Bigalk's poetry has recently appeared in Dust and Fire
and The Barefoot Muse. She teaches writing in Minneapolis.
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