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To One Bred for Ornament

Kerry Carnahan


You sniff as I draw near


to tell if I’m hostile


Beneath your limbs I sprawl


elated


drunk in marvelous grass


Molecules sail


across the mirage


we call the distance in between us


waving pennants stitched


with aromatic rings


enlaced by terms


grown ever more volatile,


yet in accordance


with the jittery truce


drawn at the heart


of all matter

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