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Fingers fan like birds’ wings
cradling the volume,
head hanging low
and lips moving silently...
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But the best thing about Rebekah
was the way she floated always
beneath the scent of woodburn
and dusty Middle America,
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We leave what we remember first
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I. November
II. December
III. Werewolf
IV. Yellow
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Someone thought the world could be wrapped up in a few words
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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In September's fallen footnotes
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Listening too much to the night, with its whistles, bright lights of luminescent bursts like leaves on fire, or the raised ear of a cow in the purple mist, or the curled tail of a pig foraging in the night.
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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In the background a group of ballet dancers hovers above their own legs and feet, one in a pose, some in light, some in shade in a forest backdrop. Two or three lit with blue light as though ignited in the shadows. Another lounging on the floor, a few sit
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Holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a tissue in one hand, a round shape that balances the round yellow burst of light that is her dress. While the flesh of her chest bulges forward and she balances as though in a holding pattern in flight.
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The nude woman sits straight back, with her hand indented in the flesh at her hip, bracing herself as the comb is pulled through her long hair, with her breasts thrust forward into the light.
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