Contemporary Poetry

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Someone who should have been
three or four people. Someone who knew how
to make fear into movement. Someone who looked
as if he were certain. Someone who had forgotten
that he had forgotten. She rubbed his chin
with the hand that held his hand. She let
the acceptance float in the air a moment.
She had decided after all to bear this creature
that had fallen into its life. She had recognized
herself in a sequence of gestures
she had offered to everyone but herself.