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A Woman Speaks to Her Past Love

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.

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Dec 23, 2013
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