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La Jongleuse
Poems
Mar 2013
the mermaid's dive
a garden of earthly bodies & their trapings,
sweat left, spilling hours of embraces,
left here to outline an endless path of dust,
only for, someday, a new Phoenix to retrace
a graveyard of long dead movements,
the ones i can’t ever seem to recall,
save a pull, a push, & a quiet going under,
i choke on the depth of their empty faces
float at the bottom, swallow the current,
lungs bloated by the poison of the hour,
the dancing game of mirrors comes to a halt,
they filter out one by one for me to cower
the moment emptied, i resurface only to wade
but the proof remains
& my bed is no longer made.
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La Jongleuse
France
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