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binding we
…originally published in 40.2 of The Florida Review.
you have declared war on our bodies, and our bodies
have fallen on each other in piles
along the gravel and the wood
and the tile of a dance floor
and these holy spaces have become our graves
and the sidewalks our pyres because we are burning up
from our no and our why and our no more
we, our breasts, our bodies,
in all their shapes and sizes are heaving
in piles on one another, breathing
the force of love enough to hold the parts of us we do not
recognize, enough to stretch the parts we hold dear