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Dec 2014

i am very much done w/ the way
my body feels
up all night
lying flat in bed
thinking of how u might look
carved into soft moonlight


ur face reminds me
of my chest from when
i was 13 yrs old & waiting
in agony for something
more mountainous to seize
what was flat


i see the way u look
at me when we r at
a friend’s n-w that i have
stopped paying attention 2 u
pls stop looking at me as tho
there were nettles in ur
throat, beestings in ur lap!
prompt: Using Bergvall's introduction as a guide, write a poem that meddles/middles.
loisa fenichell
Written by
loisa fenichell  ny
   --- and Erenn
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