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Amanda Hammar
Jailbirds
Jailbirds
Jailbirds
Our footsteps scrape alongthe granite surface of our days.
Your callous/ed fingers
careless across my ribs.
Abrasions of the ordinary.
Our bed a prison now,
a shared stretch
of solitary confinement.
Our proximity a lie.
© 2003, Amanda Hammar
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Jailbirds
Our footsteps scrape alongthe granite surface of our days.
Your callous/ed fingers
careless across my ribs.
Abrasions of the ordinary.
Our bed a prison now,
a shared stretch
of solitary confinement.
Our proximity a lie.
Jailbirds
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