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Carolyn Gan

Carolyn Gan
to stay

okay I’m not going to wait
until my tongue turns grey
or die before I’ve said

how sad to be twenty-two
and cradling matches and a pen

but then if nothing ever makes
a woman manic and ashamed
who said I can mistake

of course I lick my finger
to thumb a page my thoughts

all lie along concrete slabs
worrying bashful but awake
like godless slugs stuck on the sand

alright slowly undulating
but to move is still to stay

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