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Secondhand Dress

47 Secondhand Dress Somewhere between blue and silver color that asks nothing in return that returns nothing you know not river not window not swallows’ tilting flight if you could remember every evening pressed beneath its silk scratch of cuff against whose wrist’s inner skin or how it slept or stayed wakeful, floor-crumpled in what room’s evenhanded dark if you could ask the question say the one word you have wanted to say without speaking even the faded blur across the bodice even the ripped sleeve a keyhole press your face against the torn place and the flowers embroidered around it ...