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but there was a light inside her: Dybek’s “Infrared”

26 Jan

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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

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