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Hana-Grace Wiebe
Poems
Jul 2011
Seven and Four is Eleven
For seven minutes each day
I let myself be unhappy
I curse and cuss and cry
and deep-sea dive
until I run out of breath
and come back to
my
surface
Four minutes of the day I spend
wondering if I'm awake
I blink and burrow and brood and
pretend I'm in a sitcom
until familiar things
float back to
my
surface
And I resume kissing your head and mouth
because I'm sure that they're there
and that they're
yours and you
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Hana-Grace Wiebe
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