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i could have peeled

             god off of my flesh

like a flaking wallpaper

with a wilted pattern of flowers

 

             but i remembered the poinsettia bouquets

             that filled both my palms

 

and as i drifted back to the garden

             i promised to return in three days’ time

                       and hummed my own name in vain

                                so as to not make a scene

 

 

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Issue 78

Variations on Absence

edited by Laura M. Kaminski

 

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