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©
2011 Margaret
Doyle
End of the Alphabet
(for Zero)
I wake to read your
words
I am in the world this way now—
Coffee, no cigarette, and you.
Waking no longer wounded
But longing, to look again at my name
Sewn into syllables and deep vowels
And open ended questions
that need
Answering: Will you love me?
Yes.
Waking slowly to your name
As though tattooed on my eyelids
That flutter open each day
To the end of the alphabet.
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