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C. J. Sage – Ⅰ

Know Nurses Will with Brushed






Know nurses Will in brushed

bedsheets.  Fresh,

buzzing stun, slips


off and on the silk ones.

Gauze-jawed, Know paces

the hall of dictation,


letters flying, skintight

house aside. Somewhere obvious,

Know squeezes cheeks,


wraps napkins in tiny rings.

Handbag heaved, Fresh

shakes a kerchief.


Holding hands now,

Know and Will

go shoulders back to back.


Very lucky today,

Fresh finds a little orange

ostrich, feathers sloughed of sand.