What we are, what we might be, a poem

Imprinted The tight curls on her lover’s neck? Lord studied them. Made litanies to survive. Whitman, of course, sang of electric bodies and armies...

So, in 2024, I'm trying (goal here) to write a poem every workday and share one of these drafts every week. I'm not sure...

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