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I‘ve memorized its heart pounding into my thumb.
Breath buoys1 out. My fingers know how to kill, closing on the bird‘s slippery head. I don‘t remember. Was it that beak2 bit my chin? Was it a claw cut my wrist? I blow feathers away from its chest, smelling pennies and rain. Skin like granite3, a real white-blue, flecked by knots of new growth. I found my need, cold in cupped palms, just the way I was taught. I return to account for whose neck falls around backwards4. Eyes that go cataract5 bring clouds. That fat pearl with wings looks like water disappearing in me. 点击收听单词发音
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