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from SORROW ARROW

You threw up onto
the sand

You woke up
with a body
beside you

In the cemetery
we found one of those giant
stone towers but we
couldn’t see it
for the purpling
air

Out the window a picture
of god
was forming

No one can
what you can’t

next to me
in the now-opening
dark

At the last
theoretical lining is

a bottle of brown liquid

You throw up
sand

in my hands
Posted 02/01/11
Books by Emily Kendal Frey
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