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 May 6 Lizzie Bevis
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sunday evening
another week to begin
wish this one not end
 May 6 Lizzie Bevis
Lisa
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 May 6 Lizzie Bevis
Lisa
32
Old song, new seat,
up another gauge.

Open palm, right cheek,
the same rage.

Undereyes are ultravi-
briny lies or
welts of shame
gnawing from the inside.

Catch her in the alley
sparking up at night.
Mulling over what she said,
can never keep it light.

Five years, no change,
some new phase.

A new place, the same pain,
the same waste.
descendants of those left behind,

they found fellowship with

a singularly brutal environment,

free roaming meanderers

of a crepuscular exclusion zone,

having trekked into

the camps of liquidators

to beg for scraps,

they nosed into empty buildings

and found safe places to sleep,

stopping at Café Desyatka

for some borscht,

the guides speak only of

visitor or occupant,

there are no tourists here,

only the genetically distinct
Silence
is wisdom
unexpressed
in its own rightful place
Leafy boughs
Cradle the sol
Into calm repose
Inspired by a photograph
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