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Three Women In a Fiery Furnace

In Brazil the heat turned our necks green

beneath our steaming necklaces;

mosquitoes drawn to the mossy

rings.



In Tennessee we swam through July air

bags strapped to us like anchors

staining our tops gray

sticking.



In Kentucky cockroaches

lined the walls

like black scales

baking.



Come,

we said.

Come learn of Him

as we walk among the flames.

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