By Liz Henry

eyes closed in the arc,
              key of night's
               chalkboard -

              the arc
                  holds you

                   its dark milk
                    magnet

                    electrifies
                      between
                      my eyes and
                    x rayed sinuses
                  the durable skull

               arms & iron tight
           cat-arched back
             your dream & my dream

     the bar
   the curled wards
 and fingers like key pins

and I curl to fit in that magnet
in your lock-grasp tit-suck
half asleep

nursing immanent dawn

child glue
     lost words and sleep and sun

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