by Carol Shillibeer
Oh love, sing the wide sky.
Curl back and arch, press
your ribcage into clouds.
Leave a dent in the deep
white. Pinch the green
world between elbows;
click your shoulder blades;
tick, tick, tick, bone time
and snap throat cords, and belt.
Do not live silently
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