the event was
subversion
at its tightest point.
so that submission
to a version of light
would happen.
i was loved, baby.
like the inside of a window pane
i was something to be looked out of;
i let in the light.
and i was loved
to overflowing.
i clenched my teeth
against even
one drop of love
escaping.
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