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back BRYNNE REBELE-HENRY
As a girl I believed in
essere d’umore nero
the crook of my sister’s empty belly
each space between a girl’s ribs
bruises on her thighs I tongued
like that could make them sweet
matrimonio bianco, the girl
who played husband, my hairless thigh
between her legs, the softness
something neither of us would ever know
the thyme we grew in the courtyard
turning my teeth dark with its blood
the dirt still caught under my tongue
As a girl I believed in
Niente, Niente, Niente