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Three Poems

Abstract

The doctor asks where it hurts. With the tip of a borrowed pen you trace the absent rib, that Biblical scar, tickle the edge of the raised ridge, a vacant dune between land and sea just below your left breast— like asking where pleasure starts, where whiskey settles, when you first knew his hand in your heart.https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/onearth/1032/thumbnail.jp

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