Eliza Kowalski


Thirty-Seven Words - Poem by Eliza Kowalski

I made the incision
below the neck; removed
his bust with the
blunt scissors; wrapped
his distinguised nose,
betraying eyes, silver hair,
weathered skin in the
eloquent language that
bore the passages of
my success. My dreams.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011


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