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Mortifications and Lies (forthcoming);  |
The Rainbow You who took you time 42 years to say you loved me You the inflexible you to ashes Mother does not know what to do with You go dry in my mouth like salt or roses one thing complete and finished one day gone and then another over your coffin I spoke of rainbows beautiful because evanescent what a liar what an accommodating anglo you are daughter of your father it was something else you meant something crystalline pinkly transparent over-arching comforting like an embrace when it's gone you know it wasn't really there but when we got home looking out on the paddocks of stones you loved I really did see the end of it the rainbow there wasn't of course a pot of gold it was your sort of statement enigmatic secretive even but public I smiled you were a bright boy I was a bright girl it was as corny as the old movies you loved to watch on tv that you knew every plot and twist of you even dreamt in closely plotted dreams it is much easier to speak stones than to know about the last
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