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Published: Thu Jul 1 2004
Salman Toor, Fag Puddle with Candle, Shoe, and Flag (detail), 2022. Courtesy of the artist and Luhring Augustine, N.Y. Photo: Farzad Owrang.
The Pear

It is the new dream, how the light
folds around her feet, the fruit gathered
from the garden, the other hard stones.
She presses the knife against her thumb,
the strips like thin paper, pale green,
spiraling softly around the flesh, the white,
exact shape. For a moment this skin
could be any set of stairs, and sweet scent
or blade, nothing now can stop it.

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