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Tag Archives: Lois
Letting Go
My mouth knows the words and frames them in gilt cursive, ornate and twisted with false pretty I don’t own, sweet phrases blooming on pink greeting cards I never buy, because I have truth to speak that is simple, unflowered and natural as breath. … Continue reading
visiting Lois
faces are not faces any more but parts of the room to her–a roomscape with no sun ever setting & the days uncharted by anything but the brightness of this fluorescent & linoleum reality of a waiting room overlooking a … Continue reading
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Tagged First-person narrative, Lois, memory, poetry, the waiting room
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Lois (a love poem)
it was simply her for him, and he hers when they let themselves scale all their losses piled up & sealed in that stone mountain between them how easy they made it look, that climb to reach each other without … Continue reading