Curiosity keeps the cat alive.
So also am I made new by your minutest miracle.

Not a new human, just a new woman.

Whereupon I become the redemptress,
No seductress,
But a totem pole of your mysteries.

Though I hope to be laid out
In a single layer,
You will sort me patiently

If I wait and make myself pliable
With frequent stretching.
Asking questions
Not fearing tears,
But poring and pouring
Into your eyes and your ears.

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