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i am full of children i do not want

clumsy and fingerless, i melt from your bell sleeves
i swallow you in teaspoons, unpregnant
a void of pink apples and swollen from salt
oh my hush, my baby sugar, my ghost-white and beloved
i can smell you with my sex

and i am fingerless like your bell sleeves


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ARIELLE TIPA is a writer who lives near a haunted lake in New York. Her work has appeared in Vagabond CityMillennial Pink, among others, and is forthcoming in AcheBreadcrumbs Mag, and Dream Pop Press. She is the founding editor of Occulum.