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Roots
Beside the loch, she left her bike
unlocked, and now hopes.
She will need nine blankets tonight –
the old schoolhouse has no curtains
or light. She has the red throat of love:
the last kiss at the Bahnhof
pricks. Her tyre will be flat
and she’ll have to hitch a ride
with the vicar. He will unite her with her great-
greats, reciting back to the Scottish
kings and queens, and from there –
it’s easy – all the way back to Adam.
She will ask for Eve,
and the vicar will concede, but only
this time. The master filename
will not change. His wife will ask
Who longs for you in the mornings?
Which small village owns your heart?
The girl from neither place eats
keta salmon in graveyards.
At one memorial stone
tiny blood from her knees.
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