my heart holding 3 people opens
it lifts the bar above my head
suddenly a multitude of strangers
in robes and hats and fine shoes
whose radio tongues babble nonsense
rachets the squeeze around my baubles
and my gemstones sing
another puts her head down in my lap
and weeps hopelessly alone
the others line up to be cured
in the name of the 3
of the 7 loaves
and the trees burning in our kisses
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