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Decor

by Elizabeth Dwyer

  • The wooden fish
  • above your bed and I
  • both have fins. Wings
  • for some other space.
  • In this nest bed,
  • am I pearl or egg?
  • Hardly matters.
  • You distill me.
  • With hammer palms,
  • you nail me to your walls.
  • Quiet, you dream on cirrus clouds
  • while I choke back the sea.


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