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tonight it shocks me again the inky emeralds, coals of a willow tree snaking a landscape across the canvas of his back. the trunk his spine to hang moons like ornaments from its branches, wispy arms with roots long and deep enough for us both i want to hollow him out and crawl in i want to etch my initials in the skin where hers now lie.

i want

Phoenix - Spring 2003  

The editorially independent student literary and arts magazine of the University of Tennessee.