This is the one she chose as her favorite from pseudophakia.
Arrest
If I could hide within the hoops of bone
the surgeons cracked and spread like swallow wings
to free your heart, I would. You cannot doubt.
I'd ease beneath the sutures in your skin,
breathe only when you breathed, stop up my ears
to any noise but hushing blood. And when
you died no one could pry me out again.
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Hell, you made me cry, too.
I bought your book yesterday and can't wait to read it. Perhaps at some point I could post one on my blog? With credit and a link to your page and book, of course.
Of course you may. Thanks for thinking of me.
powerful images - no wonder she cried.
dagnabbit, you made me cry, too.
Now I feel like a bully, making people cry.
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