My A

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my A

MY A

I am a lake, which killed its banks:
from the elbow to the hand, the stitches
don’t stop my wordschildbirth.

And I put a crest
on all the “A”s
so they can serve
you well in the day
you forgot of how
many letters is
composed by my flesh.

1 Comment
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    Andrew J. Sacks says

    Beautiful work, Emilia.

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