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Tetra —
When I wake he is already inside of me.
A voice comes from my mouth,
not mine, a brass pricked cylinder
music box rotating into yes. Summer hums
humid air through the crack in our wall.
Quiet under the weight of his body, I find
a water stain on the ceiling, imagine
each damp spot is a cluster of stars
and name the constellation. I know
this shape: a beast with its mouth curdled open.

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