Damp Room

I. It’s entirely up to me to remember                                   what you said. But all I recall is water,               flour,          strained yolk adding          up to something beaten and inedible. I placed               my ear to your stomach,          whereexcess warmth gathers in the name                                                                       of the body’s clandestineritual of diminishment....

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