But for a part of the heart,
We could be you, for that part
Of the heart necessary
To you as you write with us,
Your monsters who look like you
But are not you, Mary Jo,
Only monsters who braid worlds
From baffles the blood weaves through
When you arrange us to speak
For you to you of the heart.
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