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Elegy for Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan
Klimt’s The Kiss is still confined to art critics’ prison, yet your
Copper and brass reenactment lies much loved in my jewel box.
(Let me wear you, necklace, I say, in the breath of one exhaling
In a house of rain.)
Perhaps love in this case overtakes the clouded sun, reappears in
The long black strands of high tide sweeping inland.
If climbing shadow mountains during the dark times is a crime,
I will not testify against you.
If climbing shadow mountains during the dark times is a crime,
I will not ever testify against you.
Name with me the violet ash of our delirium and grief.
Touch with me the metal knots of my chain,
The microscopic slow-blossoming of our daughters,
Water continuing its erasure across our names. 
Breton in Mexico
Elegy for Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan