COYOTE BLOOD
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Sheket Bavakasha!
I write the date on a piece of paper—
the upper right corner,
just like my 4th grade teacher taught me—
and gasp at how those year numbers
keep climbing, despite me trying
to reverse the curse of time
and the decay of age.
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