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Maureen N. McLane

 


TELL US WHAT HAPPENED AFTER WE LEFT

 
Ferns here ferns there
I dream of my newest friends
who will soon subside
into near strangers
peculiar the sudden
intimacies evanesced
without a kiss ...

 
Who went home
with whom after the dance
party's what we want
to know. What century
did seduction
end in? Libertines
linger in the corridors

 
of the purely sexual.
I pulled you up
by my bootstraps
& liked it. I licked
you up and down


& up. I poached
eggs on your breasts
and combed yr curls.
There was nothing
I wouldn't do
with you & to.


Let's go down
to the river none
returns from. O yes
you swift diver
you plunge good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poems from THIS BLUE by Maureen Lane. Copyright (c) 2014 by Maureen Lane. Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC.

 

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