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Fossils

by Rachel Bennett

maybe the cocoon
was really a vase
of embalming fluid,
and the pram was resin.

and our congealed thoughts,
the stuff of mere memories,
a ripply froth rolling
at the surface of dreams.

we weren't aging,
we were fossilizing.

02/09/2010

Posted on 02/10/2010
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