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 From blog Kiki and the Gypsy
 
 A Woman Changed (Times Two)Love set you going like a fat gold watch.     The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry     Took its place among the elements.          Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.     In a drafty museum, your nakedness     Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.          I'm no more your mother     Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow     Effacement at the wind's hand.          All night your moth-breath     Flickers among the flat pink roses.      I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear.          One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral     In my Victorian...
 
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