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Parallel

The dark cracks separating

the white boards

think they’re alone.

Why must I be burdened

with knowing

there are so many?

Or is this what god thinks?

Or am I what god thinks?

Or am I alone?

from Our AndromedaFind it in the library

Copyright © 2012 Brenda Shaughnessy
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Brenda Shaughnessy Poems

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