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women for whom i should not be writing poems: i
by Brynn Dizackthe stillness of her body
reminded me of snow:
the pillow-white,
the pure
but these are not
traits of her body.
sassed,
maybe too old to wear
what it does,
the odd yellowed teeth
& short stature;
a life lived with
ink
forever on the body:
in the cuticles, or
just above the elbow
to the left.
01/12/2007 Author's Note: c.m.
Posted on 01/12/2007
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