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Like the shock of a sea lion
just off the dock
when your eyes are miles away, searching--
a letter, years old and and pulsing
with that old life
slips from the pages of an anthropology book—
remember the ways we wrote us?
fucking in folding auditorium seats—the creaks
of three hundred students, the tongue-
clicks of the !Kung tribe on the giant screen and me
with my throat in your teeth?
clicks of the !Kung tribe on the giant screen and me
with my throat in your teeth?
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