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Haiku Free Verse Prosies
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It could be your breasts in my mirror
peeking from beneath my new brassiere —
one size smaller, fits just right —
filling out the ribbed satin
with a sheen, a fullness, a body
I hadn't known two years ago.
Leaning over the sink, I catch myself
in your stance: shoulders hunched,
elbows out, relaxed and ready
I've colonized you.
Remember those moments in play when I
latched to your neck
and sucked, and sucked,
until I felt your essence rising, bright wine,
from the spot?
It was not play.
And you took from me, too:
A bumper sticker. Silver filigree.
Blood. Tears. A purple bruise
rising from the crown of my nose.
What else would you have taken
if I had let you?
Frances Donovan
October 1998
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