She tried to hide
in darkness like unexposed film,
but there was light inside her,
red shapes of heat she couldn’t smother,
bones glowing, beginning to crumble
like Marie Curie’s.
from Stuart Dybek’s “Infrared,” in the wonderful Brass Knuckles
but there was a light inside her: Dybek’s “Infrared”
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