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L a u r e n   G o r d o n



Your poem does not want to talk

about the divorce or the affair or her mother

who is an unraveling spool or her father

the mag flashlight, but she does, anyway.

Your poem has a brother who can’t stand her

and friends who says things like

“I’m all about the occult” and

“babies are just like dogs.”




copyright 2014 by Lauren Gordon

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