Scuzzbucket
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Scuzzbucket

Clock of Death

From a verse novel in progress

Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
W.S. Merwin

At 8 in the morning,
at exactly 8 in the morning,
they wheel her through swing doors,
banging like a poltergeist.
The irritated doctor in a…

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