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Plague

It's not a disease she can treat on her own,
though she's tried: tied her feet together,
pinched her skin in clothespins,
bitten down on her forearms until she bled.
She's been her own leeches.
When the only thing for it was to breathe less freely,
she tied her corset cords to the doorknob
and took several paces, hands on her tightening sides.

She is looking for a man
in a big bird mask: nightmare beak and black bag,
and hard, cold facial features.
Any other will not do.
Men can sense sickness on her breath like drink,
like dogs smell fear.
She can see it when they look at her: they know
there is a black spot in her breast,
and it is growing.

February 2011

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