I walked heady into the sweet,
damp night, however caught I was in its
leverage.
The dog across the street whined for me, impetuous, drummed
my porous skin into air,
like a mother praying for their child, making
me alive again,
embryonic.
Sunspots blossomed over the fullness of night, and
I curled, ashamed, inside
their morning light.
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