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Katie Foster

RED BED

 

I bite a blue

            hand with a mouth

 

wide and skip

 

the floss. All tongues

            fall out. Pillow

                        cases pink. Big truck

 

tires peeling off

            asphalt. Peeling off you.

 

A hip moving away from another hip

 

makes one sound: heavy

            fallen. A back turned

                        to a front. I’m dreaming

 

you again.

 

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