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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

.