don’t need to tell me

Time travel is real

I have stood in the room with you

When you disrobed

Mixed the paint

Self-portrait, pitiless and true

You weaponized unsparing

Light for me-

hair cropped close

Seemless undergarment

So that I could know

Exactly how to strip,

Bear cross, and follow

You to the last breath.

2 thoughts on “Shorn

    • It is a line that sticks with me. Thank you:). It would not, could not, however, be my first collection–I have self-published a memoir (Just) and two extremely quiet books of verse–Fierce Angels and Just Words

      Thank you–this poem has special significance to me because it cost me something precious

      Which perhaps it should…

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