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Dec 2013
when the skin of the earth
was not yet old enough to know
the grey light,
she spoke to his corpse
floated on a shipwreck.

her tongue stayed tamed
behind her teeth,
but her hidden hands shook
against the boards
clattering as a broken shutter
in a thunderstorm
when the world was black
and wet and fast.
Glen Brunson
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