Poetry – Echo Charm — O at the Edges

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Echo Charm Right on left, or returned what circles back, unbroken yet opened? Your mouth centers me. Diminished, I rise, listening. Grass rubbing against grass. The lizard’s scarlet throat, swelling. Not refusal, but denial. Eyes the color of blood. You practice your words carefully, repeating each special phrase. Blood the color of sky. Sky the […]

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