Hungry Ghosts
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
THREE WITCHES
…
…stand at the cross roads.
One holds a branch, the other a rose, the last a knife.
Our lips move from each to each.
It’s no wonder, the blood that comes
when we finally speak.
When we finally say something, isn’t it always the least?
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