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Loewen S Graves
Poems
Jun 2012
the swimmer
there are rose hips
swirled in
with the peace
of your womb,
they made their way in
through your nerve endings
and they crashed in
with the tide,
bringing newfound calm
to the child
who rests there
underneath
the cigarette slick
of your lungs,
the dripping hot flesh
of your stomach,
the stiffness
in your bones --
she swims
in decay
and swallows it
like a fog, she
simmers pink
with tender arms
and clouded eye,
she waits
for you
to notice her
so let us put down our pens
and this concludes the test;
our minds are scattered about
from hell to breakfast --
(andrew bird)
Written by
Loewen S Graves
where it rains a lot
(where it rains a lot)
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