When did I learn the word "I"?
What a mistake. For some,
it may be a placeholder,
for me it's a contagion.
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At four o'clock it's dark.
Today, looking out through dusk
at three gray women in stretch slacks
chatting in front of the post office,
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The ward beds float like ghost ships
in the darkness, the nightlight
above my bed I pretend is a lighthouse
with a little man inside who wears
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They slept and ate like us.
Feral they were not.
The intricacy of their handiwork
bespoke a fineness we'd be taught.
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The love we've defined for ourselves
in privacy, in suffering,
keeps both of us lonely as a fist,
but does intimacy mean a happy ending?
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What kind of delusion are you under?
The life he hid just knocked you flat.
You see the lightning but not the thunder.
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Most of the past is lost,
and I'm glad mine has vanished
into blackness or space or whatever nowhere
what we feel and do goes,
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On the day a fourteen-year-old disappeared in Ojai, California,
having left a Christmas Eve slumber party barefoot
to "go with a guy" in a green truck,
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They're all dressed up in carmine
floor-length velvet gowns, their upswirled hair
festooned with matching ribbons:
their fresh hopes and our fond hopes for them
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From embarrassment, I made statements.
My icons—tight caves and mouths—stuck together
briefly like dry lips, like a lover's insults.
The fact is they were ugly to all of us.
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