Sheila Ann Dane: Poems

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Umbilicus “What cha doin’, kid”, Your living voice spirals over telephone wires. “Nothing, what choo doin’?” “Nothing.” You sound as thin and reedy as a child. Cancer is rocking you backward, backward, Undoing you Soon you will be an infant Suckling at your mother’s breasts But they were dry, as I Am dry, a dry sea bed, Replenishing my waters by…

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