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Monday, December 28, 2009

Emily Dickinson Was God

At her most fertile moment - Emily Dickinson day dreamed me into life.

In my most fertile nightmare - sticky, pliable, inviting - I aborted her.

She never existed.

Now what?




Christine Vyrnon -2009-

2 comments:

Shanghai_or_Bust said...

now, darling-

there is but one thing-
aside from breathing-
that you must do.

bury her softly-
compost makes the flowers bloom

Christine Vyrnon said...

yes

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