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christabel disrobed

the taste of my van
in my mouth still –

lemon yellow
hint of herb –

my haven behind me,
i wait on the slope

and the
dark cloak
i had not known i’d been wearing

slips from my shoulders –

clings to my ankles
as though to say

not yet –

not quite yet this loss,
but inevitable –

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