How when a body dies it becomes the body<\/em>. No Plea How when a body dies it becomes the body. No mind to all the mouths who named it, who knew it in quiet, who call for it now, unanswered. But know it: bear the cells\u2019 leaking out and pooling where they\u2019re pulled to, bluebottles lapping at these final outputs, fur around their mouths bloodied […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":254,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[351,353],"tags":[355],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nmind to all the mouths who named it, who knew it
\nin quiet, who call for it now, unanswered. But
\nknow it: bear the cells\u2019 leaking out and pooling
\nwhere they\u2019re pulled to, bluebottles lapping at
\nthese final outputs, fur around their mouths
\nbloodied like winged wolves. Note them as markers,
\nmakers beyond you. Watch the body age beyond it-
\nself, wage against itself, overwintered. Count the cracks
\nof cygnets hatching in June. Let the prayer come out
\nyour mouth, just let it. The light will regain its blueness, I know it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"