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I think maybe it's
time to read one or two

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things that are shorter.

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This is the title poem of the
book The Want Bone that "Shirt"

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is in.

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These objects do exist, the very
beautiful shark mouth bones.

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It's the mouth bones
of an angel shark.

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That's in a way too
poetic to put in the poem.

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They're particularly
beautiful right in the corner

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here where the tendons, if you
picture an hourglass of string

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that's then twisted, and it
makes a very beautiful ridged,

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bent helix.

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They look like they
embody wanting.

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"The Want Bone."

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The tongue of the waves told in
the Earth's bell, blue rippled

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and soaked in the fire of blue,
the dried mouth bones of a shark

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in the hot swale, gaped, on
nothing but sand on either side.

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The bone tasted of nothing
and smelled of nothing,

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a scalded, toothless
harp, uncrushed, unstrung.

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The joint arcs made the
shape of bursts and craving.

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And the welded open
shape kept mouthing oh.

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Ossified chords held the corners
together in grind spirals,

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pleated like a summer dress.

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But where was the limber
grin, the gash of pleasure?

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Infinitesimal
mouths bore it away.

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The beach scrubbed, and
etched, and pickled it clean.

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But oh, I love you, it sings,
my little, my country, my food,

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my parent, my child.

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I want you, my own, my flower,
my fin, my life, my lightness,

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my oh.

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