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M a r y   B u c h i n g e r







This is love


A repeated scarring. Sandpiper tracks across the chest. Keloids that lift from the pink puckering. Honey locust thorns biting thumbs. Jagged teeth of a key in a fraying pocket. What shoreline can it offer. Salt spray and dunes that come and go. Beauty. Even the grass stings.


copyright 2014 by Mary Buchinger

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