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Card 6 The Lovers

When standing naked, no mirror,

this is just me. Just me, justly

before a lover who breaks

this wholeness as if

he were a mirror

but with his mouth.

When you say I am beautiful

suddenly I stop being so

because you have claimed that.

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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