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LEAVE THE SKY TO WHO SHALL WEAR

Paula Mendoza

that vast blue drag.

In shade, I paled
frightened through aisles of cypress.

Sung in the dark, the paths
vein. So long unseen, in

the long unlit I unearthed her.
She was full of doors 

and tender with hum.
Her heart

a clock engined with tripwire
and fish hooks.

Eyes, the colour puce.
You can be in love with this.

If she dies tomorrow, I will leave
my skin for her to crawl back into.

 

 


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If not muses, then let it be demons. Magdalene had seven. I have one whose face is several. This poem is a homecoming.