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The Child by Deantre To, Taiwan

the double-deck still remains
when all else had gone
the way white ants banqish
all memories of wood

underneath the bed
where you used to sleep
I made love to you
through a woman
who could bear our child --
my wife whose sound
and bodily curves
did not match yours
but could only be changed
by closed eyes

and on the upper bed
I wished you were
doing the same thing
your closed eyes
bringing me close to you

this boy, my son, our son
looks just like you
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