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Without the noise of home I learn
to hear my body’s own sound.
It is like sleeping in a narrow boat,
waters slapping. . .
My skin sack was taken to the Hall of Pictures
in the Capitol. My Zipps seemed made
to slide across the marble floor.
In the other world, I’m told, I was born / meant /
in the body of a rabbit •. . .
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