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marie
poet — three numbered fragments
Three fragments from a longer sequence. Titled only by number — the
space between the words is part of the poem.
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vi.
shattered sequences
undecided by heaven i sit
muffled sounds break through
the water
white plume amongst
weed-blossoms purple
avoidance and christ
sound that ricochets—
i imagine deviled tongue whispering
late for an evening out
(i touch, i touch)
Greek olives
and bird
whistling
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iii.
out of worms and spoons
on a sunday
want for black hay against ocean
freckled visions
touch tongue to shell
tell me it’s you you you you you you you
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hairline fractures
witness derelict pissing
could’ve been our holy spot
i see Angels on all the headstones
i search weekly
“Yorkshire obituaries”
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