Anne Shaw
Absence of Assignable
Listen: you are elsewhere
trined in a nest of names. Some
are yours, some perish
to begin. There is luck
and luck’s remission, freckled
hands on locks, vestiges
of kindness, wrists bent back.
There are rabbit’s feet and staples,
fava beans and phones. When
you turn, you are cinched and gathered.
When you turn, you are clocked
and spooled. Everything is audible
but not. Everything is politic
but not. And you, ramshackle penitent,
apply a weedy poultice
to your wound. How can I speak
when I cannot speak? you are thinking.
Mutable you. Or else, please buy
please bundle. Please do not
refute. Refuel. Refuse.
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