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Monday, September 2, 2013

niece



speaking from the womb,
riling the she-wolves,
arousing them with Prokofiev.  they stood
on their hinds, drew their swords

*

foxtrot candles, handwritten
report on mount vesuvius,  blushed
when beautifuk rolled on
the page. college-ruled
three-hole punch. start again.

the flower girl did not
move a leg, frozen zaffa. first among children
she corrects the grammar of grammarians

*

the rev. mcculloch read, “we are not
permitted to linger, even with
what is most intimate.” she

misspelled her name
on the marriage certificate 


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