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There it is—the curve of the brush.It bristles and tickles the roof of your mouth,your cheeks ballooning wide, exposing that small, brave gapyou gave away, unique as tide pools,to your brother and three sisters,pondering the small spacesthey fillwhere you cannot yet reach. From the crook of my arm, I first read you Kissing the Birds,whereContinue reading “Bristles”