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Danielle Nicole Byington

Part of the Litter

The universe drags its tongue from

My heels to the back of my skull
Like a mama cat cleaning her kitten.
It feels rough, tugging flesh away from muscle,

Letting it snap back into the mold she has given me.

She pursues a hunt, waking me with a nudge to

Show the fantastic glitter in her mouth. 

It whirls with intelligence, dirt and gold,

Then she swallows it, and says,

What’s mine is yours.






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