ENNUI lightning bolts of sorrow knowing he’s neither here nor there my new life making my way through drifts wondering if he’s only in my heart does he die again when I die are we heartless holding...
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Elisabeth Murawski Law I grow small. Against the heavens' yardstick I have no hands. Now I am smaller than the chair, no more than a mouse beginning to fear the dense quiet. 1 am eaten by the...
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cute scowl. But where did she get those shampooed braids? gadgets are both primitive and upscale: computers are hooked Hannah plays Eyla, a Cro-Magnon orphan adopted by a ...
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Elisabeth Murawski Tke Octogenarians These women speak to themselves. They have stopped cooking Achr meals. In the dark daylight they save do electric bills. They look for letters and pray, in...
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Elisabeth Murawski An Address Enemy, this is the house of anger that survives, lit by a stand of birches. Enter, because it is so hard for me to keep you out, maintain the gulf. Come and be at...
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