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Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Poems of Sharon Olds

21. The Unborn 1/13/2003
22. The Victims 1/7/2004
23. Topography 11/19/2011
24. Voices 11/19/2011

The Sash

The first ones were attached to my dress
at the waist, one on either side,
right at the point where hands could clasp you and
pick you up, as if you were a hot
squeeze bottle of tree syrup, and the
sashes that emerged like axil buds from the
angles of the waist were used to play horses, that
racing across the cement while someone
held your reins and you could feel your flesh

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