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Nude
Soldiers stand at attention.
I am in underwear
that is not sure of its place,
a yellow dread passing
through windows.
Do you care if I am nude?
The barrel of your gun,
like men weeping,
against my cheek.
Is it a threat that I am
content, am not suckling
night butterflies,
dark wine, skinning animals
just to prove the use of my thumbs,
am not selling
my teeth
my moon
for a new life?