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Bathing

I have been alone with the thing itself.

The depression. The defective heart. God.

Inside my mind it is dawn. A wolf appears with a bird

in its mouth. Blue feathers, my fate, the beautiful white throat.

from To See the QueenFind it in the library

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Published in Allison Seay Poems

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