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Marike Beyers

it slips down your throat

making home inside your chest

you cannot cough it up

it rushes from you

when you reach for it

you can only wait

you get up one day

and find this rock on it

your breath seeps out

you cannot move it

or step around it

you do not know the weight

Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow Zoom launch of The Only Magic We Know: Selected Modjaji Poems 2004-2020 on 31 March 2022

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