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    And so scarlet,


    you are beautiful as black man’s teeth, colors of trumpet, shoe polish, and marble pool.


    Shh, says the town’s needlework, starting a red thread trail down my chest.


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    I’m a short drink of water,


    a gulp, the opposite of runner’s thirst. I slip into your coffee.


    I want to be the lime cooling your salad,


    I want to be the spoon and the fork. Oh preacher,


    just thinking about you splits my lip down the middle.


    What if, says your high-collared shirt, clinging to the back of your spine.


    You are beautiful as chocolate kiss foil, colors of altar, stained glass, and lifted eyes