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Circles
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198 | Eleven More American Women Poets in the 21st Century many detective novels. She sighs. She doesn’t like the tentative way I’m holding her fingers, she doesn’t think I’m going deep enough. Honestly, she says, do I have to do everything As though to say a few words. As though I didn’t kill her. As if Trying to make the technique itself as close to the ocean’s as I could get it: going over and over the thing, saying it, taking it back, pushing it up as an instant’s offering—at the tide line, script of seaweed, shells and stones, sand dollars, trash, foam scum. Written on the shifting stuff in the swift shine of the wet already vanished…; “Speaking,” Levinas writes, “implies a possibility of breaking off and “It’s not you,”she says,“it’s your father. I can’t believe that—in my condidtion—I’m the one who’s going to have to find the knife,” she shakes her head disgustedly, “and make sure he wiped You: no tracks, no prints, no evidence / I: the cold reproach. Remember: the doors and windows are locked from the inside. (At this point I always like to ask the reader to from Subject Circles (Breath cleared) Window fluttered Edges fragile petal Dust your touch Would tear through caught in Laura Mullen | 199 Oh I see (Through) you you Said (O the snow the O Made for the gone Eye holes) Oh they were so still, stilled, style Oh they were such echoes Spill Beautiful each In its box labeled Singing in the We’d disappeared into Laced our stiff Bodies to each sorry Try again window sill Swinging perch in each O Singing their fool Heads off thank you Paper thin stutter there Shrill each seeming To sing how Delightful ...