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Some Sleep While Others Rage
the women’s heads were trapped in a line,
nooses yanking their necks up, one by one
so all might die a pitiful, ghastly death
— the Odyssey
Widows miss dailiness —
beef bones simmered
for hours on the stove,
the dining room
gridded with places set,
leafy green bouquets.
Younger selves
mime every move
exploring how life is lived
except for times amazed
at what men do —
force congress on beds of glass —
intimate fracture,
crystallize separation.
Eyes closed, the child
counts sheep & possums —
when asked for directions
she tells you to look for bears.
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