WENDY CARLISLE

Being Momentary
We live the strangeness of being momentary.  Jack Gilbert

 

I say I was not a loved woman.           

I lie 

 

about things.    

There were those nights,  

 

that moon-

light on the arm that

 

was and was not mine.  And

there were thighs

 

If I say different,                      

I have forgotten.

 
 

 

 

 

 

Leda's First Feather
by Gary Simmons

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