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Lines from
Susan’s Sable
Island notebook:
Garnet, zirconium, magnesium
Argue the ownership of bones.
Great life, great death
You hold the scalpel.
Beneath my bed there are storm petrels
In my bed there's sand
I catch a nuthatch indoors
—how do we know to look into
each
other's eyes?
I release a nuthatch.
Pilgrim,
You're home. |