Whether effervescent or
similarly incensed, I flew:
a million feathers
left behind, and tear-pools
on the ledges under Gemini's
embrace. (I, wanting
intersecting feeling
and memorable fates,
was inclined to fall).
I did. I made it run (I fell).
I saw three women each
give birth and call
it quits. I saw them
cry. I saw them die
and name each child.
and my love, the brethren stars,
went desperately flying.
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