A different voice
Tumbles
Through my sheet
At the sound of water drips
At dawn.
I lift it
Massive cargo
Of flesh inside
Rolling down.
In between,
The slash of a breath...
A receiver
Closes up my pants.
I lift it
Reduced to
The meat of a feather
Pausing a gaze
At its own inconsistency
A stranger's voice
Mumbles.
For the first time
I say my name.
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