on our back
patches
of last summer's sunshine
are
still hot to the touch
the glistening light of waves
still shines
into
our eyes
on the beach
we play the arithmetic game
X+0=0
even God is
somewhat taken aback
blessed by pills, wombs have become altars
every night there are joyous sacrifices
Appeared in:
Bilingual Poem of
the Month(2015.9)
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