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sandra wyllie
Poems
Jun 2021
He is the Cloud
hung over her. And every rain
she weathered the pain. A
bobblehead, nodding yes,
a saggy mess, hung as
a wet, wrinkled dress on
the wire. The pigeons drop
their bombs on her. She ***** as
a loose shutter outside his
window in the breeze. He hid
the sun under his pillow, catching
the rays from the skylight
in his bedroom. Shining as a flashlight
inside her womb. The two married
in June. She, the outsider pressed
as cider from the apples
in his eyes. She cries in amber because
he shakes her as a tambourine.
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sandra wyllie
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