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Jan 2016
and how shall I fare thee well, pale love

bare foot

pearling under stars a skin of shape

dropping here and there
a world made of rib bone white and yearning

in nets

weaving mulch and roan      and made

pale as questions
crying in stone

how shall I close now

that which has been opened
and misarranged

pour of stars           in a dusty solar system

in a not a world of
have and you
Chelsea Chavez
Written by
Chelsea Chavez  Fairfield, CA
(Fairfield, CA)   
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