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[vc_row][vc_column][title type="subtitle-h6"]Justine Jones[/title][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]galoshes transcendthe edge of the wooden tableand he wrangleshis food like worms,hook & kill.[spacer height="20"]she seeshis head dry as sand,rubber shoulders bald shoresof the continent.[spacer height="20"]thinks[spacer height="20"]one day[spacer height="20"]i will thrash from the darkness betweenyou & meand emerge.[spacer height="20"]i will breathethe miles of bay water spunbetween your hands,the miles, mileswhere the sun breathesalso.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]