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The Erotic
James Owens (bio)

I am a lock.
Your name is
a silver key
that I carry
folded in my
breath (exactly
as a child—
devoted and
shy and
already hearing
the first music
that will open him—
carries a coin
to church
in a bright
silk handkerchief.

 

 

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