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Flailing
by Carolyn Srgfley-Moore September 2011

I have done wrong: true.
I have done wrong. Back when I was flailing
through bloodlets of beveled fog

she said “you must have done
many bad things in your life.” Such is the premise
of guilt & of redemption.

I will hold my hands into the light.
I will hold my hands into the light.
You cannot take the warmth away from me.

My skin is an emergency roadside flare.
You can see the wreckage.
The iron is the twist of flowers & blood & scarlet leaves
just newly fallen