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run Angeles
Joceline Murga Galeana
there. one powdered heart
a brown one, then
another (to be plucked)
look look look, go
—flutters a
browned heart.
a bull's heart
there goes a liver’s eye
perched on the ripest heart,
another’s uprooted,
one yanked from
this itching terrain
murmurs:
a stalked heart (a day) plumps
those silhouetted snakes,
wherein the canistered umbra,
the waning flocks
race
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