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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

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Cut a figure is the phrase
& I sit up in bed despite
the coverlet slipping
from my breasts
It's time to write a poem
& the air in the room
tightens like thighs
& the space in the room
contracts like a pupil
like a heart

Turn the bag inside out
so that I might see myself
Do not clean the wound
so that I might see myself
Use the forceps
so that I might see myself
Cut the first suture at the end
so that I might see myself
Gently pull the other until
so that I might see myself

I borrow a bit to say more
than I otherwise know
Don't you know the charm
of feeling your way in the dark
the not-knowing the map
to where you'll go
I'm tired of deleting the capital(s)
but damn them if they stand

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