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How a Woman Can Be Frozen 1 My shadow has been swallowed cold down the throat of a dark-winged angel Stone silent fucker unconsciously wrapped his fingers insistent as any Tuesday in the saffron ropes of my hair kissed me like poets do with kisses of jasmine and sorrow 2 Begin by putting ice in her mouth the tongue grows still and her words fall like rain wash away Set chill stones under her feet cracked flagstones of an abandoned temple then pull them away very fast Leave her no bath but the remnants of uncontained green seas 3 The sticky wrappings of my feet bind in their perfume of aloes and alum and dusty pain toes crushed by the weight of your last whisper: I’m gone

The Centrifugal Eye - April/May 2011  

An online poetry journal of literary force to experience — poetry, essays, interviews, book reviews, and illustrations of an exhilarating na...

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