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Dear Dear

you construct,

caught in the

 

proverbial headlights.

Machinated like fruit

 

in sweetly lost.

Worry not,

 

wont not.

Unbend your lap of

 

luxury & welcome

home your loyal

 

servitude. As in

dog slave the

 

clean. As in

make glove not

 

lore. As in

legislate an end

 

to this confusal.

Annunciate;

 

rise;

repeat.

 

Lean, you’ll

lessen

 

in the cool glower

of repair

 

at once ought

& naught—

 

(hurry up please,

it’s time)

 






Posted 09/22/14
From This Visit (BlazeVOX, 2015) (http://www.blazevox.org/index.php/Shop/new-releases/this-visit-by-susan-lewis-384/). First published in Wilderness House Literary Review.
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