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who are you? do I know you? because I do
that sometimes I put on my blue dress &
go to church & kneel when the priest says
but when it nears its finish & communion
comes it is bitter on my lips & I don’t want it
I lick it up anyway I hold in my burst heart
I say “yes I know you” I walk slowly home Kneeling by Francesca Kritikos, excerpt