Sarah Everson Poems

You have my hand
even without the dew,
I'd hold it to the very end of time.
Look to the sand
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Outcast I am,
I run
with wolves.
Sweet scent of man
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I ached,
If you must know,
For all these years,
You packed
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I also kissed
Two nordic eyes,
And held his hands
Beneath warm sheets
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He likes to be behind me,
Holding loosely to my upper breast,
I always sleep with right side down,
His other hand requires extra warmth
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He called,
I knew the ring,
my kitchen chair,
the bloody dog,
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The tethers that develop
the chain links that surround
were started as ephemeral
with tendrils from the ground.
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Awake I rush to burn the toast
quick, jam and honey, soft-boiled eggs,
meanwhile the oven cooks the roast
he loves the taste of mutton legs.
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