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Aracelis Girmay

& we cannot separate the roof from the heart from the trees that were there, standing. & so it is, when I say “night,” it is your name I am calling, when I say “field,” your thousand, thousand names, your million names. — Aracelis Girmay, from “Arroz Poetica,” Teeth (Curbstone Press, 2007)

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