“Unmasking Vulnerability: A Chilling Glimpse into the Shadows of SOFT TARGETS”
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Into the sheets we slipped, a crisis
affixing us to each other again and again.
Womb was I, turned out.
The babies were a transcript of our making,
a panorama of life on its back.
Thrice I plunked out the humans and hung them to dry
until we’d had enough of such extravagant weather
and lay there thinking of the bed,
how much of life happens there.
At the center of everything the piquant transitory joy
from this even the charred wrecks
even the dahlmers nazis bin ladens all flesh
