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POEMS



Vernacular

the easy
vernacular
spoken between
us -
often in silence -
the sound of morning
coffee -
the rustling
of newpapers -
you are there –
how the spot over
my left knee
is more faded than
the rest of my
black jeans –
or the hole in my
knitted sweater
just
below my right
wrist, wher
my stigmata
should be







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