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Saturday, January 23, 2010


Everything you ever heard is true.
Waves of raven hair ripple down her spine,

nipples point to the sky like absurd
compasses. You will go to her,

feel the crack of bones against rock.
Her beauty blinds you like a blade,

abalone in the sun, the light
off every one of her scales,
a star of your circumscription.

Published in the Anthology of Monterey Bay Poets

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