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ISO by Sophie Klahr

wanted: a width, a girth. vessel me, burden me, break me into bearing: take this sluice to be swollen, worn, heavy in gait, o give me a heft to hold...

wanted: a width, a girth. vessel me, burden me, break me into bearing:

      take this sluice to be swollen, worn, heavy in gait,  o    

give me a heft to hold, his or her own I am, owing surrender:

            the deed to a bastard house I lost—

 

there is no one to ask to bear with me

            our unborn. who is our?  it takes a plural to produce

the thing that’s gone—            what we?

 

who were you anyway?
 

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About Sophie Klahr

Sophie Klahr
Sophie Klahr is the author of Meet Me Here At Dawn (YesYes Books, 2016). Her poetry most recently appeared in American Poetry Review, and she lives mostly in Los Angeles.