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Spanishback GEORGINA RAMÍREZ
translation from Spanish by David M. Brunson
Hidden Damage
I fall in drops over your tongue
you surrender until only pieces are left
I do the same
Sometimes you sense that I’m not yours
and it softens me
On Sundays
you come bearing birch trees for my womb
and a blue clover that runs down to my feet
I drink your calm as you sleep
Upon my back I leave you all my longing
I embrace your dreams
I understand
that even though it’s not time to tell you
I’ve already gone 
Contributor’s notes: Georgina Ramírez
Contributor’s notes: David M. Brunson
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