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HAPPY GO LUCKY, BY FRANCESCA J

Certain mornings she discovers
eyes that
walked past curious glances
in streets remembering names
as well as

her body remembers the trembles
that lure out night-walkers
wearing someone else’s rain coat
to hide a face full

of ‘someone else’s’ eyes
looking to read silence as assenting
to dissecting
lies

the crypt beneath the mirror
where she left her body behind
sometimes pausing to admire
small balloons from small palms

almost jealous of that tether
to the arms
that says joints
not doubles of

everything she hides from
beneath alphabetic psalms
venerating:

And I absolve you from

the glares of those end of night lights
blinding objects blinded to blind men’s eyes

And I haven’t even touched the screwtop and when I bleed blood my blood
bleeds

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