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Contributor: Theresa A. Cancro

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Scintillating scapula in the corner of my eye
you appear unbidden apace, a specter at the edge
of night, shriveled day, scratched dry limbs brushing
my bedroom window, crepuscular fingers
graze my hair when you whisk by, pleating
drapes, a grimace in the air, yet nearly in-
distinguishable from winter gusts seeped
under the door, no shadows to warm
the utter blasphemy, the dread history
you drag in to the middle of my scree dream.

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Theresa A. Cancro (Wilmington, Delaware USA) writes poetry and fiction. Her poetry has appeared, or is forthcoming, in print and at online sites, including Jellyfish Whispers, Kumquat Poetry, The Rainbow Journal, Stormcloud Poets Anthology, A Handful of Stones, A Hundred Gourds and Shamrock Haiku Journal.


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