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Emily Rose Cole<br />
This is my body<br />
Early June. I unspool yellow tongues that carry<br />
the scent of sunlight through your backyard.<br />
I watch you crush dandelions under your pink<br />
Nikes, twist the creamy bells of buttercups<br />
under your baby-soft chin, separate daisies’<br />
long lashes from their gaping, golden eyes.<br />
To you, we’re only weeds. I know what will become<br />
of me when you approach, pluck me up, roll<br />
my body between your thumb and forefinger.<br />
You’ll gnash me open, draw the long thread of spine<br />
through my fluted center. Come. I offer you the honey<br />
of my blood like a sacrament: Child, take, drink.<br />
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