They uncross themselves, forsaking
all protection. They long to be opened and known
because the secret is perishable, kept, and desire
in love with its private ruin.
I open my hands and they come to me, now.
In our palms dark instructions that cannot be erased,
only followed, only known along the way.
[Louise Erdrich {1954- } from 'Leonard Commits Redeeming Adulteries with All the Women in Town', in Original Fire]
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