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God’s Woods

The worst part of seeing figments

is not seeing them.

My life is not so hard except for that—alone

in a world which moves around me as a silent film, or is

too far away to touch, or is as a fantasy. I am as distant

to myself as someone I read about

which is to say the worst part

of knowing I exist is not knowing

whether I am or am not a figment.

from To See the QueenFind it in the library

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The Fever

The winter that kept my fever all season

was the winter I saw the neighbor girl’s body

being taken from the house.

And who would have trusted

me murmuring in my sleep?

Who could know I felt I was drowning?

Who knew the sea-fear, the airlessness?

And she was with me as a figment

in my fever-haze: she was the fever;

she was the ocean, the ocean

I felt moving inside me all winter,

the ocean into which they threw our bodies

because (they thought)

it was what we wanted.

from To See the QueenFind it in the library

Copyright © Persea Books 2013
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Persea Books.

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