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I	A
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A miniature salamander rears	B
his tiny head in the halls	C
of discordia praying a mantra	D
to stand for the supple flag	E
he hopes reveals our segues	C
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And really I am only talking	F
to myself in the hidden corner	G
of this caf eacute because no one else	C
can hear what I've just said	H
That woman's a genius	C
and I want more than anything	F
for her to know the use of position	I
more than anything I want to know	J
the position of her hidden position	I
	-
I walk the sidewalk backwards	C
in turquoise slippers of dust mites	C
beside graffiti taller than me	K
and on a whim in an adjacent alley	K
a rapist makes his third hit this week	L
	-
Our Christmas tree this year	M
is a kind of metal thing with lights	C
and I'm lying about us when	N
we're only me and the four legged beings	C
toe tapping shadows across	C
my one room apartment	O
	-
Everyone knows what the world's all about	P
and for prophesies in rapt attention	I
they fashion speakers from used tin cans	C
and we pay with our rapt attention	I
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After days over days of shoveling	F
it comes down to	Q
a matter of longing	F
and the emotions we stretch to hide	R
the strength of longing	F
and her quiet ability to bury	K
its enduring company	K
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Longing whispers like a whisper	G
back in the mirror at a m	S
a shot in the dark	T
with the light turned toward	U
my head on fire dull but glowing	F
in the middle of a shrink to fit silence	C
in the middle of existence	C
staring back wistfully in silence	C
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A newer longing freezes my face	C
as smoke signals from my ears	C
spell out my most intimate secrets	C
the point of which is lost or muted	V
to anyone paying zero attention	I
to re run spin offs of reality television	I
	-
And the smoking embers peddle	W
these softly padded slippers	C
forward then backward again	N
retracing my historical progress	C
when I leave this malleable planet	X
which questions should I ask	Y
	-
Was the grass scratching my tender	G
soles stroked and fed enough	Z
	-
Did the strangers in my building	F
hear my passive voices	C
	-
Is bearing witness the same	A2
as standing aside with cigarettes	C
on lonesome streets in movies	C
	-
I who do not smoke bend at	B2
the waist to leave pieces of silver	G
in the cracks of my own wake	C2
lures to seed stranger distractions	C
	-
II	A
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If love is an answer how long is the question	I
	-
I don't forgive or mistrust the law	D2
I am an acute public citizen	I
I often excuse sin	E2
and doubt its real relevance	C
	-
My breasts will never make the magazines	C
and I stand smitten by supplemental shame	A2
	-
The law heeds no boundaries	C
and I long for a country	K
that keeps the perfume of death	F2
out of my back pocket	X
	-
How is it that no one ever died in my presence	C
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Outback the turnips bury their bodies	C
preparing for their resurrection	I
More than most fruit they rot	G2
to the skeletons and their bones	C
become vapors eluding the steps	C
treading their graces	C
	-
Lengthwise I inhale bacteria and ache	C2
My relatives are all marrow and blood	H2
over innocence to me	K
	-
The air in my palace is heavy with night	I2
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III	A
	-
As a child I climbed the nursery school fence	C
where Tommy sliced his arm in two	Q
on the razor top	J2
we had so tenderly avoided	H2
	-
I am telling this above all else a true story	K
	-
I possess regrets I avoid in repetition	I
Blueberry jam never soaks in	E2
and the toast tastes drier than bread	H
My kitchen is a woman's nest	K2
of anti domesticity of anti cooking lessons	C
I told my southern uncle about my mess	C
He promised me a wife this forthcoming holiday	L2
and blessed my smoldering head	H
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Above all I am repeating a true story	K
	-
The ancients have gathered outside	R
my only door I am at home	M2
in the open hand only	K
Through the peephole they look like	N2
the statues of granite reproductions	C
I hear Archimedes profess Eureka	D
and remember at least that	B2
a cook can never leave	O2
her rice alone in hopeful isolation	I
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By now I have fallen asleep in love	P2
with a person of ephemeral dimensions	C
The sandpapered walls sound	Q2
hollow without my usual absence	C
As the sun softens its part	R2
my breathing vibrates intention	I
I am the nexus of a pendulum motion	I
a hand back and forth	S2
in goodbye and hello emotion	I
	-
Tomorrow my darker hair ages	C
in honor of the woman who gave	T2
her body to science who fell asleep	U2
at the wheel exacting her donation	I
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Between the pauses of retreating ancients	C
stand the imminent spaces of genius	C
and from today on	V2
I wave my salamander flag	E
for these burning recognitions	C

Amy King

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