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Poem 15 – Amaryllis II

Amaryllis II I kiss the white waist of her petal closestto my face after I open the curtainsin the living room In response she arches into my cheekwe both smile Then in the kitchenon the crumb-sweateredcutting board – a wishbone in waitdried for weekscrusted in muscle I pick it upconsider the act of a two-persontradition reducedto one Consider the consequence oftesting fortune… Continue reading Poem 15 – Amaryllis II