Brenda F. McMillan
She
into daylight
she fell
she soul open to secrets
she self scattered
and no one
no fingers
no arms
no muscled torso
no full brown bosom
no one
gathered she
stroked she
pieced she puzzle
and she suffocated
on some curb
in some city
hospital
apartment
alone.
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