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Butch Baptism by Anastasia Lê
from The Ana: Issue #11
by The Ana
BUTCH BAPTISM
poetry by Anastasia Lê
A pyre alive with rain refrains the noise complaint of your joy, your umbrella collapse of a laugh. That night, each sharp oak leaf did us a favor.
& though the rain takes your heat, cold is but the frontier
between bodies.
What can you do with wet kindling but watch, as it denies light?
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