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iii.)
Zygote, sometimes you want to just take the tone of the world
down, scrape the pomp off the circumstance, stop
the marketplace-micrometeoritesʼ fall
across all the black and blue trees. Life Speck, thatʼs why
I live here, in mindʼs lining. The me there is you-sized. The you there,
wearing my nieceʼs body, is spec life—a good enough
state of anxiety to throw down a party. Today is the Feast Day
of Marie-Marguerite dʼYouville, patron of the poor. Mother
of the underseen: First ever Canadian declared to be a saint.
Weʼre closest to those weʼre trained not to see:
the working dimeless. Denizens of charnel ground. Marine algae.
The filmy stout infant fish. Dust nests smaller even than this: .
I spy your one little eye almost leaving. . . . I see things
because Iʼm unpaid to. Because Iʼm a teacher at Who University.
