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Exit

Your exit coincides

with the squeezing of the last drop
of light from the throat of sky

the act is complete
the lips of the house are blue
no breath mists the mirrors
on the walls
there is nothing for the heart to pump

and me

a last stray thought
wandering the spinal column
jangling nerve ends 

 

 

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Issue 78

Variations on Absence

edited by Laura M. Kaminski

 

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