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Amanda Chartier 


Mortem 


                                        we    carve

                                through     these

                                    days     tart

                                    tears     down

                                   grime     stained

                                  peach     halves

                                leaving     inflexible

                                   arrow     trails--

                                -narrow     rails

                                        off     gallows

                                      hills     from

                                   which     we

                              plummet     sopping

                                     gray     to

                                       dot     our

                                 earthly     Mother's

                               emerald     silk

                                sleeved     blouse 


                                           plink