Human Under Construction
A velvet fist in an iron glove.
Aging women mourn while they go to market,
buy fish, figs, tomatoes, enough “today” to
feed the wolf asleep under the table
who wakes from what dream?
What but loss comes round with the changing season?
Marilyn Hacker, “A Braid of Garlic”
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