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From Ellen Bass:

November 9, 2015

Naked hunger. Naked fear. When you look into a face

and see the need, naked as a peeled fruit. Naked prayer

you don’t believe in, but pray anyway

because you can’t help it, naked, stupid

in your hope. Your daughter is dancing in a cage,

her naked thighs that once pushed out between

your naked thighs now wrap around a silver pole

while men hold their naked hunger in their naked

palms to escape their naked pain.

– From “Nakedness”

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