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Illness<br />
If there were a warm trembling in the willows we swung on<br />
Low like the rumblings in my stomach<br />
I would smell the lemon on my finger tips<br />
Fresh-squeezed in the morning<br />
And ask that the noose around your neck slip<br />
And let you l<strong>an</strong>d laughing on the grass,<br />
And find ourselves flung out again<br />
Sprawling on mythological Thunder Isl<strong>an</strong>d.<br />
I stir my water<br />
The ice melts<br />
I wait for you <strong>an</strong>d let the sun absorb my skin<br />
One knuckle ebbs deep rich red<br />
From this morning's minor trauma<br />
Yesterday they poked you with their needles<br />
You run red.<br />
They take a sample of the hot pulse of your heart.<br />
You send your faded je<strong>an</strong> embers my way <strong>an</strong>d<br />
Look through me.<br />
"I'm looking for one good wom<strong>an</strong>" You said.<br />
I press three fingers to my neck<br />
Feel the currents throbbing underneath<br />
And pray the noose slips<br />
That way.<br />
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-Karen Sue MacDowell
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