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Monday, January 27, 2014


Rebecca Gozion


I had an emotional bypass,
A valve job on my feelings.
Now I’m pure Teflon II.
Nothing sticks, nothing penetrates.
I have no reaction.  Go ahead
Say something beyond description.

A white froth stays on my lips.
I am overcome by drugs generated in my glands.

Tears in my upholstery:
I’d like to give you something
Wonderful.  I look for something
And go blind.
When these doors open
I expect love.

No reflection.
No models.

Sores in the heart
That won’t heal.

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