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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



a stalked heart (a day) plumps

those silhouetted snakes,


wherein the canistered umbra,

the waning flocks


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