Fingers push eyelids. Colors. Light through plated glass. Shōji sliding open. Shutting. Put your thumb on my neck and feel my heart. Beneath my skin, the tree of life comes into leaf. Everything is open, a tongue receiving communion. This is my body. This is my blood.




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