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Birthday Crush

Lea Graham

Always the moon & evil
spirit routine, a tick
& hover.
The quick we
horde like gold
anklets & plastic lids

These are small rituals of maintenance:
spank & sing & blow.
It was said: to soften the body for the grave

Each decade “all” shimmers before us.

My wish: a shaved head,
blessed fire, the deep clean
of years

Lea Graham

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