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the great wilderness
water voices are gods in: the faucet
fan s sing about lone ly water and emotional
wandering/s
mention time:
sometimes it’s slow just like god
this way wisdom listens to love
through windows
I’ve heard rivers running in fur
s and feathers aren
’t pretty
the great wilder ness returns to report
without an iron y of style or personal
nudity the door is n ever closed
the voices can’t under
stand why:
the door joined the committee
with no chance for a revolt
ution just pretty
words in the water plastic violets in
a
vase (ironic nature or lack
of) old time religion
recites
with loud red
raspberries person ally (I) wasn’t there
under the trees I lie
with my true
love I mate with my self for life
the water wheel tells me (the ) truth
hidin g the watery
sounds: the fan
is a delus ion god is no t watery
I close the door
with profound
wisdom 17 cic a das are let
free
I hav e no words to confess
all night the egg
the snow melts
all night rotating
the moon shifting on
its white
back the whale moves in
the water
I want to talk to
my heart the egg says
good bye to the absent white
walls in a dark field
I dream about you
and you
tell the voice what to think
the loss disturbing the sheets
un wrapping
me where
you are now
is not
a question
I have moved
away
from the door you will
be on the other side I will think
you are a
deer’s thoughts
at night
wrapping your skin around me
once
I wanted to vanish at 4:30 in
a lost night you wouldn’t come
home the baby
cried
despite his perfection I hid him
in the trees of the house
pages
of the book held my voice
the tree
doesn’t know me
it is grown up
I never want to be 90 years
old looking at my reflection
with
the knowledge of your disappearance
when I’ve made myself
into
rain
Mary Kasimor has been published in Yew Journal, Big Bridge, MadHat, Horse Less Review, Word For/Word, Posit, EOAGH, and The Missing Slate. Her most recent book of poetry is entitled The Landfill Dancers (BlazeVox 2014). Her poetry reviews have appeared in Big Bridge, Jacket, Gently Read Literature and Galatea Resurrects.
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