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by Jessica Harman

I Feel Bitter Because You Made Me Love You


The mirror catches me, but I am
only recently back in the river, shifting
on waves catching the pale shadows of birds. The breadth

of the wind is broad. The world is roaring
beneath my
skin, but I am miraculously
calming it whirlwind. "Miraculous"

is the word they use, sitting
in rooms with soothing
geodes, quiet clocks-windows dimming as the hour

I'm paying for passes. New and old: I am
both. I am that sensibility of beginning

and end. I am a not a wanderer, but a traveler,
but you anchor me,
and made my heart heavy enough

to keep me in place forever.


Copyright 2008 by Jessica Harman

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