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POEMS



Tiny Eraser
Bits

A sheet of paper
covered black
with soft graphite
marks
pressed hard
diligently then
with an eraser
worked
the paper
is stressed
like a favorite
pair of jeans
the graphite traces
too
are still there
since
love like that
is impossible
to fully dismiss
but the erasure
is not a denial
I wonder about the
tiny eraser bits
bodies sacrificed
like Aztec virgins
dandelion wishes
do they linger in the air
like molecules
of Caesar’s last
breath?
say yes
for that
is
our Empire







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