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By Joann Zhang

Carry it like a sprain

or a missing limb; absence

like an accusation.

I could fly in the lightness--

God, how could I live 

down cast iron clad, trapped

in panes, glowing squares

like a glimpse or a cell.

Look at the spliced branches

beneath the window, full of buds 

and raucous life.

Carry it like your newborn,

it is still your soul and joy.


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