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suRReal WOman walked oFF Canvas

Posted on 11.15.17 by VoiceCatcher

Poetry by Ann Farley

        suRReal WOman walked oFF Canvas

put one straight Arm       around me
      fingers                 not quite tucked
                                        against my waISt

     Left her blue mouth in the bedroom
conversations were DIFFicult
        but the silences
                  smelled like Lilacs

her eyes looked
        this way           and that
                    she didn't miss      a THING

her nose rested like a fallen     seven
       across              her wide yellow forehead
she had a WAY
                         of SNIFFing out 
                                     falsehood

             one leg lacked a foot so she stood
                         on POINt
                ready to spin this way     or that
out of trouble or right SMACK
                                              into It

                  she was Me    and I was heR
           but some days we were    neither nOR

and I would AcHe green for her other    arm
            wish it could be  
                                       found and
    re ATTACHed
                     so
                              her embrace might be
                                     COMplete

Ann Farley, a lover of poetry, art, and the deeply personal stories of others, lives in Beaverton, OR.

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