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61 " We do not own ourselves. We dowe know not what, and fear it "
― Mary Szybist , Granted
62 " All those years behind windows "
63 " I lost him so uncontrollably, you understand "
64 " I know you must be exhausted, so longthe living glue for yourself "
65 " I can think so clearly,it's like dreaming. "
66 " How she would call my name,brush my hair, till we became each other'spossession. "
67 " how the melody winds itself down. "
68 " Now softer. Now almost not there. "
69 " This entails no loveliness. If I loved you less,I would be aggressively lovely. "
70 " No one knows how the woman survived in her light clothes, what she ate and drank, or what she thought when she looked up into the unkindness of ravens, their loops, their green and purple iridescence flashing— "
― Mary Szybist , Incarnadine: Poems
71 " When she cries, she criesout to . . .{Indicating absence} "
72 " I wish I had inherited such drama. "
73 " Mary worries about not having enough words in her head "
74 " In her blue dress, she's just a bit of that sky, just a blank bit fallen into the meadow. "
75 " ...though she cannot make cannotmake the shuddering lines stay put. "
76 " I sit winding blue tape around my wriststo keep my hands from falling. "