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3.01.2000
12:37 PM | Link
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From March to June 1999, I wrote a huge mess of poems. Here are three involving women - some real, some imagined.
Talk to me again and make yourself whole
Already you are dismembering in your silence
Your eyes are disconnected from your brow
I thought they looked better on someone else
When your hair flew away
It landed on someone in a magazine
I haven't found your mouth yet
If you would speak, words would assemble
What my heart deconstructs
Only you can
Leave a blind woman, a bald actress, a quiet girl
And take back what is yoursLabels: poetry
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