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Apr 2013
these words mean nothing without you to say
"will you please speak like a lady?"
and i probably would
if i could,
[but your silence
is like an unfamiliar hand pressed
closely against
my marmoreal skin
leaving nothing]
but
mouth-shaped bruises on my thighs and
questions on my tongue and
unaddressed letters on my bedside table
kind of connected to your greedy metal mouth, i don't know. this doesn't sound as good as I wish it did.
Mara Siegel
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Mara Siegel  Atlanta.
(Atlanta.)   
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