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In which I want

by Olivia Dudding Rodriguez

Let this body remember being holy water.

Formerly: runoff, rain, spilled mopwash snow that relented,

born of a faucet, trickling, keeping the pipes intact.

Afterwards, find me in a squirt gun,

let me soak the flower

beds and neighbor kids.

Can I take your makeup off

after a good night? Or please

I cling to the frozen peas, let

me ease you.

If not, walk into any gas station sneak me, bottled, under your jacket,

I don't care. Put a splash

of me in a dog bowl and then

take me in.

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