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You Too, Not Just Me

Never just me.

However you need,

however, I’ll be.

Like smoke slid

in like previous whiskey,

fire wisps,

fire drowns.

And follows itself

into new form,


afraid it’s too alike.

A fraud must

believe, too.

Then, forgetting

how unlikely.

A centaur’s first street

fair, alone.

Then so lucky,

only a dream is so lucky.

Sometimes laughing

with others

who must sense

us, condensed,

frontbodied, pushing

soft walking

circles onto a ledge.


where your face

turns into breath

and vanishes

in the home.

Can’t matter

in the home.

Some fire

makes form

only folly,

however all three

follow us to take

your shape

down with mine.

from Human Dark with SugarFind it in the library

Copyright © 2008 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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