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  • On This Day On this day     I am inside the milkweed pod, nestled in down, (naked)      skinless, whispering     and unsprung. I am crying. I am close to melting but the green tent encloses and encloses. I am here for eternity. Or, as long as necessary. On this day     the sun warms the canvas and my paint is now butter. I am dripping and pooling, leaking through leaves. Brine shrimp come out of nowhere. The ground is covered. At nightfall my bathtub sports     a salty ring.…