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Sometimes I want fewer choices

Asparagus or a baby with wings

You, returning with a bag of books

Another you, the green of your eyes watery astral bodies

Another me, less furiously edged

I waited by the back door

People moaned by, broke bottles

My father in the strawberries

Tattooing a reservoir on my chest

Posted 06/30/10
Books by Emily Kendal Frey
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