I know you think that I am a natural appendage.
you look at me like you
look at your hand.
Whatever I say--it's a reflex
and you're sure you know the back of me
--but I am a Universe (you didn't know this).
People live
and die inside me--
no one ever leaves.
Taken from the 2002 issue of The Wire Harp.
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