And this shall be divided. For her
a tine to clip the bloody twine
that bound our meat, tine to pierce
the peach to its dry pit. For me
a tine to pick her hair from my teeth,
tine to hide and keep ready.…
And this shall be divided. For her
a tine to clip the bloody twine
that bound our meat, tine to pierce
the peach to its dry pit. For me
a tine to pick her hair from my teeth,
tine to hide and keep ready.…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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