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The Sisters’ Incident With the Figment at the Bus Stop, 1985

for Emily

We were only girls then

and we did not yet not love ourselves.

Our deaths were only beginning to ripen.

In one dream of us, I wait for her the way, once,

I did not. I help collect her spilled lunch

from the gravel. We miss the rumbling bus and spend

all day hiding in the neighbor’s wild yard

and walk to an almost-dry creek and do not talk

about the many little deaths inside of it.

In that dream, there is not her red frightened face

outside the glass. I did not abandon her. The apple

is not rolling in the street because this time

I saved it. In that one, the future

sits between us like a figment in the grass

and says we have time still to decide our lives.

We make for her a jewelry of clover

and we let her be the queen.

from To See the QueenFind it in the library

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Published in Allison Seay Poems

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