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Mariko
Kitakubo
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tonight as I
hull kidney beans
the stone
engraved with her name
is growing cold
lest we stray
the Milky Way
just happens
to slip between
our entwined fingers
"even rainy days
at the beach
aren't bad,"
I whisper in the ear
of a jet-black labrador
for men
child-birth, child-raising
must be matters
viewed vaguely
through green mists
tranquilly ashes
continue to fall
on this ruined village
where like a scream
the silence shines
this stumbling
with just the toes
of my right toes
might come from bad feeling
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