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Alive but a gutted fish
no flash and dazzle in the waves
no fins fanning
no round staring eyes

but hooked, boated
tossed in a heap
while my mouth opens and closes
you give me the sharp present of your knife

Alive but a gutted person
Clutching my belly, my grief


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