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lately i had dreams about dragons flying into mother’s mouth, out of mother’s mouth… i woke up with her words leaped out of my sight, sent me again and again, disarray, right into the dark parts of me.

skin to skin I could feel us —the liquid beneath our feet, trampling into endless vacuum, bleak and emptied I barely recognise your bald cry, a far sea

distant and i am no longer you mother —you have arrived into

a morning song