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The Morning Glory Review
She evacuates me from the storm
as waves of rejection hit the coast
and piles sandbags around my brain
so its logic won’t break down, Next
she moves us further in, deep
in the center of myself. The place lit
with a candle lamp and hung mirror.
She sits on a stool
and begins cutting off her hair,
the clippings fall, scatter across the floor,
writhing like eels in the glass-flung light. Her face
all bisque as she looks toward them and says —
the loose ends of self pity. And then
we refocus on the flame,
see what else it summons.