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the woman

the woman who knew how to cry naked
the woman who knew how to write crying
leaned her nipples against the fish tank and
cried naked onto the fishes
cried naked onto the knitting
the woman who knew how to cry and sweep naked
naked the woman who had eighteen hundred mirrors
on a single yellowing wall
reached for the spices burning her tits
the woman who knew how to cook naked
bled where she passed the cloth the floor buffer
the woman who knew how to menstruate naked
the woman who menstruated playing the harp naked
also shat the woman who knew how to piss naked
looked at the naked chicken on the board
shoved her finger up the chicken’s arse shoved in the nubs of garlic and skinned peppers
the naked woman and a cleaver in her right hand
the woman who knew how to cry naked
the woman who knew how to belly laugh naked
was the name of the cigarettes favoured by the husband of her neighbour

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