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Overfed

Michelle Greenblatt

1.

trudging thru the greenery, the sodden remembrance
of you, the stagnant puddles and old leaves muted brown,
the weight of the forest on my stomach.

I am full. what can I say?
I was overfed.

2.

twisted beams of darkness: a crumbling statue leaning
towards a sliver of sunlight, burning embers of twilight
in her eyes / the statue is me / but not the eyes

3.

I am with you
I have watched you sleep
I have heard our hearts pound
together as one organ

drowning in the same blood.

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