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The Journal of Shirin Swift Rubies to catch the night
12/17/2006 12:44 p.m.
Rubies to catch the night
Pass them around one by one pomegranate rubies
freshly-bought.
Offer them dutifully to everyone but
mostly savor them alone from bowl to tongue.
With the kitchen all to myself,
at the refrigerator door,
I pluck the red lute strings
slip one by one to my mouth:
these opposites of communion wafers
the seeds throb down the throat -
like taxis pumping past the bus stop and fish shop -
of this body i inhabit.
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