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  • Emboldened,
    (not knowing one of
    their seventy-seven faces)
    brazenly intellectualizing about loss

    How could he have missed it?
    The anniversary!
    How could her words he twist?
    How had he dared in a wound still tender?

    Hers is an art that is lovely
    gives him sails cut in Bergen
    for a knarr built of words
    in the shape of a poem

    He knew he had harmed her
    the instant he felt
    his heart on a kite string
    rip from his chest
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