PoetryEtc Featured Poet: Liz Kirby |
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"heavy with their drink" Down she goes and lets the river in. Now I struggle to invent a gesture She was to have spread her legs for me, There is no-one here to notice I wear down from the shoulder She went naked into the river, little fish gently sipping The water carried away all her skins, washed her longed to press a hand down through her melting gut stared down till I lost her in my own reflection. Mouth against Something here forgets me. |
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