Dailies 3/12/17: first house, self-harm, the death of a cat, & a triad



Connie Wanek – First House

We bought a house made of mud and straw.
Thieves stole my sewing machine
and my turquoise ring.

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Gilliam Cummings – Amie

Clotilde found me in the hayloft, sticking straws under my nails. She
saw where I’d scratched a broken cross on my wrist where veins sketch a
blue delta. And she shrieked, the cuts smeared with blood. Qu’est-ce que
tu fais? T’es folle, Fernande! What could I say? I thought, Here. Dig in.

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Christina Rossetti – A Triad

Three sang of love together: one with lips
Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow,
Flushed to the yellow hair and finger tips;
And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow

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Bruce Bond – Hackberry


I never could find them, my cat’s bones,
though I know still they are somewhere near,

laid beneath the hackberry we cut down
to make room for the study we are building.

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