Friday, November 09, 2007

The Week's Not Over Yet

III
The Divorce Papers



Where it Was Back Then


Husband,
last night I dreamt
they cut off your hands and feet.
Husband,
you whispered to me,
Now we are both incomplete.

Husband,
I held all four
in my arms like sons and daughters.
Husband,
I bent slowly down
and washed them in magical waters.

Husband,
I placed each one
where it belonged on you.
"A miracle,"
you said and we laughed
the laugh of the well-to-do.

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(page 509 of the complete)

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1 comment:

Collin said...

Anne!!!!!!!