BlueIris
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Wed Oct-03-07 06:06 AM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 10/3/07 |
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—from "33"
"Sonnet 1"
Everything that happens to me these days is dangerous with love. I'm a witch at full moon. I can't be sure of anyone. I stiffen if I'm grazed by and arm or a hand combs through my hair. I won’t drink out of a strange cup or use borrowed clothing. Everything is infused with hazard and imagination's power, stronger than actual. I won't accept dinner invitations in case magic powders have been disguised in the garlic seasonings. But my house, though protected with charms, can't block the spell mortality has cast, thirty-two, I turn thirty-three.
—Julia Alvarez
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