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see how the world enters him without us,
how his eyes focus elsewhere
when we wear our new dress.
Who has not
wanted to pluck
from between carburetor and crankshaft
a small white puppy--
and have it be his heart?
If only he could
be fixed forever
in the shape of the animal he becomes
inside us--
some mixture
of salmon and giraffe,
something as eloquent as a Labrador's sigh,
or as relentlessly solid as the rub of Siamese's cheek.
Animal love
is the only love
men allow women.
and it is so short:
only that moment
in which a bear cub murmurs to himself
and begins to suck.
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