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Grief
by Anneke Swinehart author info
What did I do.
I read a book.
I heaved a sigh that left my back sore.
I wrung my hands the drops formed a lake in my room.
I cried myself a river so there would be some motion.
I tore out my hair so there would be some clouds.
What did I do.
I went skinny dipping with myself and got a hard-on.
No, I caught a cold.
No, I caught a fish in my bare hands.
It was strong and sharp.
I held its fins down so I would not bleed.
I let it go I let it go.
What did I do.
My hands shiny and empty, still damp.
The window open
a river running to the street.
Everything everything slipping past.
What did I do.
I let you go.
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Anneke Swinehart's poetry can be found in Herland anthology #1. She has been featured at the Albuquerque poetry festival and in the pages of Bad Luck Bingo, a zine out of Austin. Anneke has lived in Italy, Michigan, New Mexico, New York, Montana, and is currently nesting in San Francisco: "I'm loving the fog, the ladies, the agapanthas, ocean, mountains, and forests right out my door, and all the chaos."
All material copyright the authors, printed with permission.
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