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The Figment

If I am still enough I see Liliana, a figment.

I try to tell her about sadness. I try

to be specific; I say, “God

is abusive.” I say, “When my lover said

he no longer loved me

I felt I was covered in ropes.”

But then she vanishes,

as God does, or she returns in a different form—

this time as an avalanche, a ledge of snow, slipping

from the roof of a warehouse into

even more snow. I will tell her next I think

that is one way of living: slipping off

into some indistinguishable state

of more and more snow.

from To See the QueenFind it in the library

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Published in Allison Seay Poems

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