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Girl Friend

When I first saw her a few summers ago I felt.

Her photogenic spit.

I was climbing a coruscating staircase.

In my flammable skin. To be so full of.

Everything. At her age. It is very difficult.

A singer manqué. Among a small host of poets.


than the men. Quaffing schnapps. No lens

could describe her.

Shoulders. Hands.

Such longings: Errant. Verdant.

To have a good time. And dream. In one’s own

country. The lack. Of. Everything.

The confusion. It is very difficult. One needs.

One’s own set of golden books. What if.

A ladder were. Miraculous. Extended. Across

a nursery for new stars.

And then.

for Nina

from Steal AwayFind it in the library

Copyright © 2002 C.D. Wright
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in C.D. Wright Poems

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