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Jan 2012
This pen feels like a cut
a sore, a bleeding pendant
On my finger
Scraping, pulling
Threads of cells
microscopic
bubbling in small drops
surface-tension
holds it close
Gauze and mesh
it becomes a unified burn
A new home,
a new ****,
Your an absence is unmissed
by the healing wound.
Alison MacNeil
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Alison MacNeil
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