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exposed

i am like the woman
speaking and listening
on the telephone
when a hot flash
comes

immersed in
conversation
she absently removes
one warm garment
then another

until she stands
in her living room
before the undraped
windows
cooled and naked

as these words
fall from me
till i stand quiet
in the breeze
of your voice.

   

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  • Disclaimer

    Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

    In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

    It is likely to be -- it is best if it is -- a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

    A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think -- but it is not necessarily biographical.


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