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|Posted: Tue Feb 13th, 2007 12:54 pm||
J Brian Long
The second strophe resonates most with me. This is where the poem
really begins to happen:
"you were given life & visitors
came: sisters, neighbors, teachers,
men in books—
they all watched
you grow, gave you advice
concerning geometry, red
licorice & white panty love"
I also like:
yourself onto the floor,"
--J Brian Long