I tell you this because it happened

beyond the nether regions

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where you shouldn’t go

where speaking isn’t needed

shrugs and nods suffice

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and steely truth unhinges night

with dollar bills folded moist against the skin

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and clangs and clinking ice can pass

 for conversation

as she spreads her legs to shimmy

a final peep into the darkest folds of life

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Into the caverns of delight

where slumber whispers undisturbed

while demons howl in fright.

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She finds the passage

headed down the tunnel built for flight

running sweating from her concrete tomb

blood pouring from her beaten womb

her hallowed soot goes cold.

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Her spirit dances now in swirling ash.

Her eternal agony untold

but I see those moments in a flash

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When sun shines on the saints of old

and embraces her with sacred light

her horror bathed away.

She arises now.

Takes her place with all the saints

on this One November Day.

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Kate Campbell Images: Graffiti/Signage in alleys around and under Pike Place Public Market, Seattle WA. Shot while researching the novel Adrift in the Sound.

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