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SELINA BOAN

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cutting walls for money, mom smoked ideas out on the ridge of backdoors, broke her tendons in Duncan playing basketball on the curb, soaked basement sinks with thinner, skinny paint, all-dressed chips in bed, I read love scenes like the inside of clouds, tender and inexact, through teenage crowds I used to kiss myself, hands passing other hands in the hallway

in a dream, whales and their shiny black bodies, so big there were waves, I had to run

night-wake up north, I visit new family and can’t sleep, listen as my niece tells me a story about three little fish at the kitchen table, kindness a bed, a highway, a heat lamp for the belly of pigs,

I try to talk like him, hear, here, see, daughter proof, right in the head, I accept the gift of two coats, poke my arms into a puff of feathers at Sears, mom on the island like a jaw, an entrance, and me, awake upstairs, the sky doesn’t stay the same wherever

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