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A Division

Sleepy, heavy eyes
Over obligations that
Disappear into dampness
If approached too close-
Mattering to no one but
Myself, a mysterious
Determination that spews
Forth both the best and worst
Of me. I am a mid-wife at
My own birthing, my head

Caught breach in the birth
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Monday, July 21, 2014
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As I read, thought: America. More: NY. Maybe a so bright poet woman can be only from there. A comment could be: “It is as it was”; it is not mine, it was by a Pope of course about another setting. Ciao.

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