Sunday, March 4, 2012

Sandra Irwin

me without you

the microphone groaning
long after the speaker
abandoned the podium

the one thing
on the discarded grocery list
not crossed off

the adapter left curled
exhaling vampire electricity
yearning after
its disconnected device

the collateral damage civilian
massaging what’s left of her thigh
trying to uncross the crossed toes
at the end of her amputated leg

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