My A


my A


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

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.

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    Andrew J. Sacks says

    Beautiful work, Emilia.

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