Things We Cut umbilical cord, my mother’s kite string. pine tree bark, the saw blade hungry for heat. foreskin, our first offering, sin, sacrifice. birthday cake, the sugar’s tragic reminder. hair, this should be more difficult. wrists, plump with fear. bread loaf, thins slices of salvation. wing tip, the caged animal’s final passport.   May…

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