by Kathleen MacGregor
Where are you?
Sure I’m pretty,
Sure.
But I have no arms,
Can you see?
I have no arms.
When will you remember me?
I have been waiting
In this cold sea
For ages.
Do you see?
Do you see me?
I have no arms.
And my legs
Are beneath the waves
So deep,
I’ve never seen them.
But I feel they’re there.
Do you see?
I am in pieces.
How much longer does this have to go on
Before you...
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