Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Reunion

Reunion

How many versions of the self have sunken
to permit whoever you are now to
be out in front, prow to your boat,
lady to your prow.

Part of you prowls
and another part climbs beneath
that part’s table skirt.

There is the hand reaching into the pantry.
There is the jam peering out from the cabinet’s hen house.

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