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Phantom Limbs

Oct 17, 2005

Poetry

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Through the yellow hooves
of the ginkgo, parchment light;
in that apartment where I first
touched your shoulders under your sweater,
that October afternoon you left keys
in the fridge, milk on the table.

Read the rest of Anne Michaels’ poem here.

Posted by Kelly

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