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Forget desire, let’s perform clarity 

Straddling you in a big clay room 
I make an incision, earnestly 
moving through you with my fingers

I extract a pearl from your abdomen 

We regard it in warm, calm light 
It glints and is bloodless 

  You remark The irritant has been beautiful

                             all along 
                      go figure? 

I feel I could repair you at almost any time

Colleen Louise Barry

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