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When you have left me
the sky drains of color

like the skin
of a tightening fist.

The sun commences
its gold prowl

batting at tinsel streamers
on the electric fan.

Crouching I hide
in the coolness I stole

from the brass rods
of your bed.

Monica Youn, Ignatz Oasis, via (rabbit-light)
1 year ago May 14, 2012 via poets.org 124 notes #Monica Youn #poetry #lit
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