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FILICUDI
You have a beautiful mouth,
Luigi, the man-boy says.

The rubber raft
has floated far
from shore.

The choice
is this:

medusa sea,

a boil
of   jellied lashes,

or

face
the kiss.
© 2013, Eliza Griswold
From: Poetry, Vol. 201, No. 5, February, 2013
 
 
 
 
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