Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge Poems

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We call change in a person the effect of time, witness my new dress, so short,
with buttons on the yoke shaped like swans.
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My soul radially whorls out to the edges of my body, according to the same laws
by which stars shine, communicating with my body by emanation.
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I seek a permanent home, but this structure has an appearance of indifferent compoundedness and isolation, heading toward hopelessness.
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As usual, the first gate was modest. It is dilapidated. She can't tell
which bridge crossed the moat, which all cross sand now, disordered with footsteps.
It's a precise overlay of circles on squares, but she has trouble locating
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The reservoir is trying to freeze over
with an expanding map shaped like an angel
Separated lovers on a coast keep walking
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