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The Fever

The winter that kept my fever all season

was the winter I saw the neighbor girl’s body

being taken from the house.

And who would have trusted

me murmuring in my sleep?

Who could know I felt I was drowning?

Who knew the sea-fear, the airlessness?

And she was with me as a figment

in my fever-haze: she was the fever;

she was the ocean, the ocean

I felt moving inside me all winter,

the ocean into which they threw our bodies

because (they thought)

it was what we wanted.

from To See the QueenFind it in the library

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Published in Allison Seay Poems

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