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Monday, 30 March 2015

DADDY'S GIRLS IV
BEG FOR ENCORE
for Janet


Oh my dear
that astonished pain
(surprising because expected)
will fade; what replaces it
is the constant
of an emptiness;
a silence louder
than any blessing.

Amputees know this;
the tickling humming
drain from the brain
that demands
they scratch
at the invisible
presence.

Or like an inadequate poet
left dangling wordless
at the end
of a sentence.


Manuela Cardiga

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