Orange questions I have/ They crunch
so loud I can’t hear beyond / the crisp mouthfuls
How at twenty four weeks/ the fetus / with inner ear grown full
hears only the mother’s heart: /Life in a single sound/ Tapping
Yes, I remember this/ The day the sound/ breaks open
And light pours in/ Comes back to me now
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