Somewhere, a vein. Little tributary encircling a lower region. A calf, perhaps. No, lower: an ankle. Who dipped their foot in the same river twice, three times, uncountable; and emerged hypostatic. Who binds the salt tides to the body like a magnet, spinning even now. Blood-stumble, mouth-stutter, heart thirst: what we pay in passage north.
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