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JANET I. BUCK
PASSWORDS of DEFORMITY
Amputation's cruel package
always had such tiny crawlspace--
big enough for scorpions
and satin widows of the night.
Subtractions from the sum of whole
meant long division of despair.
When earthquakes rumble,
love is there like dens for bears.
Useful pointers (minus lectures)
aiming at the board of strife.
When bows fall off the Christmas
vaults of motion's cherished artistry.
When violins of wise lose strings
and muddle up the music's score.
I learned from you that running
from my pertinence
is shredding up full packages
with gold beneath the glossy pain.
We've built sombreros
from mad straw that could
have torched whole city streets.
A long and lethal rumble strip,
living with deformity shakes
crystal balls that others drop.
The sum of whole has less to do
with body parts and more to do
with rubbing rocks against its curse.
A mobile over rocking cribs,
it lulls the trivial to sleep.
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