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Anniversary Argonautica

He had meant to say witch

but lost the w somewhere between

Colchis and Corinth. The word chips

the back of his teeth on the way out.

Could he fan it away or

breathe it in like smoke?

She eyes him like a cancer

just starting to spread.

He regards her like the first

dark cloud in the sky. Now,

years later, they know without

saying. They have nothing

to give each other but

this: words that fall just short

of leaving, that thunder

like a crew going down with the ship.

from ErouFind more by Maya Phillips at the library

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Published in Maya Phillips Poems

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