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from The
Last 4 Things
That hard thread
between us.
Is it gold? Do I have to be
so outshined by my curtain?
Opened,
Set down: to write or
copy. To consider.
To humiliate or humble,
set down in heavy fog.
To cause to pass into the given,
to set a prisoner free.
That hard thread
is a bone. Is made of bone.
When I was alone,
a girl,
the first loss,
between tunnels,
I didn’t need so much.
I’d eventually get hungry.
*
Put your hand
on my heart, a solid or
solid phase.
This is the foresight.
The women are all drinking.
*
The first light has a reason.
Someone asked “what is dying?”
and someone at my side said “he’s gone.”
Almost at once, it’s a story.
And I promised to be brave
*
A turn, a mordent, a melodic
argument
A flag
Climbing
in the hard black
shoes
Dragging a stone
The transition
Alms
That’s when I found out my insurance was
worthless
Life had other qualities
Because people disappear
from the earth
A green we did in seven values
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Kate
Greenstreet's chapbook, Learning the Language,
was published by
Etherdome
Press in 2005. Her first full-length book, case sensitive, will be
out
from Ahsahta Press in September 2006.

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