I left irises by the iron gate---
open petals like vocal chords
tender peeled-back blue
flesh woven
tendon buds
purple bundled clots
rusting on the grass
by the iron gate.
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by my friend, the fish
how will the darkness ever become light?
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by my friend, the fish
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