slaughterhouse mouth, your throat-cutters tongue;
as the sky let down its snow-filled skirts
our feathers shifted south, pale coats hung,
the radiator shifting, shuck
oh moan your hands off; take my mouth off;
your teeth are geese; my teeth are take-offs;
with your inside voice, my inside hands,
I ask: baby, let me rearrange
your bones off.
'let me rearrange you bones off.'
LET THERE BE LIGHT
and God saw the light was good,
and he separated light from darkness.
He called the light day, and the darkness night.
So evening came, and the morning came;
it was the first day. (Genesis 1.1)
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