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Bulrush
Every damned day I think of my child,
little floating accidental, couple
cells, couple pretty pretty curls, I put her in
the many-babies river, I kissed her
off, good go, good go go away
from me and not be mine my
little reaching
little fingery
thing.
From SHE DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2000)
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