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Sarina
Poems
Nov 2012
solstice
Tomorrow morning, I will be your
ghost again
breathing salt into the
wounds God left you healing.
Refection of
a flame that gives mist
and winglets paling, I have
arms that give night to girls
I have saliva that rises any deadman.
Solstice, when do
the dawns stop chilling? When
does warmth grow?
Winter has had enough,
checking into a glass motel room:
break the floor
and call on a waitress to pick
it back up.
I watch you sterilized
perceived the tip of the iceburg
like a gift –
you must be leaving, sir, and
get better once again.
before God pulls you in
white’s chilly, and the morning is.
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Sarina
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