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A Love Letter
A Word
Went on a Caribbean Cruise
I was
Ode to a Naked Mannequin
The Nightmare
There's an empty space
When the tyranny
Sitting on a limb
The words are becoming
Left California
The Search
Another Thought
A Short Story
• We
The swirling simplicity
I'm a separate
The black hole
I've given up
The New
The Winds of Crete
A Song
A Message
A Question?
An Answer
And suddenly




look at each other thoughtfully
rarely say a word
Our desire for one another
                           crying to be heard.

Should it be a tentative statement?
Should it be a touch of the hand?
Should it be a cutting remark
                           Or a mild reprimand?

What form — What mode
                           Transforms the dialogue
                                     Into an analogue
                                               that can e x p a n d
                                                         for both of us?


© 2010, Doris Schachter


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