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-after "The Crucifixion," by Frantisek Bilek
As Christ closes his eyes, the breath
raises him to the ceiling like the night
we ate Peyote and jumped the fence
to the Jacuzzi. Providing for my passage-
she taught me to wash long hair, gliding
my hands like a swallow through the grass,
a soft grip on her hips to receive
the waves of...