Camille Dungy Poems

Christ bore what suffering he could and died
a young man, but you waited years to learn
how to heal. Only when you could did you
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Stripped in a flamedance, the bluff backing our houses
quivered in wet-black skin. A shawl of haze tugged tight
around the starkness. We could have choked on August.
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Don't you think you should have another child?
This girl I have is hardtack and dried lime
and reminds me, every groggy morning,
what a miracle it must have been
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