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Deborah Blakely 





Recalcitrant Bed 



Pillow like a scent.


                        Desire this, and your life--oh             

                                                the twice-used thrill of it.


Be full for skin,

                        persuasion, and yes.



            It’s like any other Tuesday

eager and salty


                                                            And the mouth, the mouth,

opens with never.



                        If discovery is sin,

                                                            is water,


dissolving into the same river, and toxic,


                        where do I rest my liquid head?



Pillow like a stone


                        like heartache                it’s feathered in fire


and everywhere I go


                                    is lavender and ash.









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