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breathing
in, stretching
intercostal,
ribs lifting up and
breaking
out, she is pushing
air out
looking for pain
between moments
of emptiness
and air rushing in
filling spaces
she is pushing
down hard
searching my muscles
and bones, pressing
for memories
knotted in the tissues
of my body
they are as far
from her fingers
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she finds pain
there
scapular, secure
she pries it loose
from the muscle
and years
of holding
I find tears
there
making their way out
like a small spring
dampening the dry
earth skin on my face
I taste the salt
corner of my mouth
and drink
the tiny
vastness
of my body's
ocean
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