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Testament

I have heard my dress snap like a flag in the wind off the lake.

I have stood on crunching purple ground to eat a hundred stolen mulberries.

I have seen a deer head dragged from the carcass, skin moldy and loose.

I have filled the kitchen with smoke, with scent, with spitting fat.

I have nodded embarrassed to awkward policemen on midday streets, all wishing we'd gone through the running red light.

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