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red enevelope into bloodstream
RED ENEVELOPE INTO BLOODSTREAM after re-creation over water by Stella Lei
i fish for my hands on weekends, baiting lines with numbing cream because they remember
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more than i do. see: every palm is a net of lifelines. every body keeps the score.
come monday, i swim into each bay—each life—neutralized, distilled. in bay 17, here—a fluorescent-ringing skeleton.
one: i cover her legs in sheet ghost, not a promise but an offering. something to drink? two: i pour myself
over ice, cut with ginger ale, hands sparking on the exchange. three: gemzar abraxane ambrosia—i do the connecting, hooking,
sucking, pumping. how i try to free this woman from the folding-in occurring. now, i reel in origami, blood work
unfurling petals towards the sun. i leave her with love pricked neuropathy and cast the ghosts that came before
into sails. she fades out before me, a paper wish released into water, spilling koi fish in reverse.
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