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BY RUI CARLOS DA CUNHA
I knew a woman . . .
knotted in braids, who once fit
nothingness neatly,
entirely packaged
within my lanky, brown arms;
as if I counted . . .
when all the world said
of all the people who looked
mainly like Jesus;
as if that spoke well,
not as an insult, to God.