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Dangling
Maureen Flannery
She was a girl to die for--and he did,
just up and knotted his neck
so new breath that would have refreshed his limbs
was left swirling about the dangling participle
of his subordinate cause
and another young girl
who might have loved him someday
woke from a fretful night with a strange dream-image
of a wasp’s nest
hanging from the ceiling of her room.