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Granny, woman I’ve slept with the most
her curves ungirdled, everything—hair
, flesh, breath of hers next to mine. Her
love nowhere else soft; her cut eyes
, her tongue with criticism and
admiration for these bornupnorth
chirren, her eating all my birthday
chocolate. Granny the reason I
prepare for every body to see me
when no one is looking. Granny
, why I listen for a lover’s heartbeat
just before and after sleep
.