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    And Did It All Go

     

    by Jennifer Moore

     

     

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    to the lampshade tell me

     

    where you’ve been
    resting, tell me where

     

    in resting

    your hair has fallen

     

    apart—

    in the folds

     

    of your thinned sleeve or

    along the curve

     

    of a thorn

    and then tell me how

     

    to let this salt go

    from its ceiling of air

     

    how to unfasten these

    buttons and tell me what

     

    can you say to an evening

    that never leaves

     

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