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Saturday, January 24, 2009

nancy writes to hartigan

there is an oasis
hidden
in the middle
of your chest

underneath
an adamantium shell
resolute in its cynicism

so I write sonnets
addressed to your desert
though I've never been,

because it's the only place
that makes me
believe
in redemption
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