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Pearls by Bernadette Geyer
And so I look back still thinking of her with painful heart, this clench of inner flesh.
—Kakinomoto Hitomaro from Manyoshu
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Praise the irritant, that genesis, implanted within the soft and malleable animal that bore you.
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Your brethren strung around my neck, dangling from my earlobes. The imperfections the jeweler slights, I praise.
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Artifact of a biological process, why do we expect symmetry from a grain of sand?
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Praise the oblong beauty of you, solidified raindrops, your stony quietude.
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Let me praise the waters that bestow your milky luster, worshipped to ensure a bountiful hunt.
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Manyoshu poems praised the ama, female divers, who collected you, as gently as quail eggs.
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Let me rub you against my teeth to test the veracity of you, roll you around my tongue to weigh your heft.
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The heart clenches, hides its moon among clouds. Would that I, too, could build a radiant world around a bitter nucleus.
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