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loisa fenichell
Poems
Nov 2014
Death Drive
Your legs are not mine/these legs are not mine
There is a girl somewhere (on my bed) and she is crying in me
with me
when I see you I see
flesh and her
and three people entangled like meaningless holidays
on a rough and broken couch
my body stretched out
my face wet with newborn sweat
you compared what happened with us to a birth
but this is cold stinging your throat
we are like childhood beestings
we will always be
like childhood beestings
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