Dora Malech Poems

For Alyssa

As anyone
is apt to, you began as someone
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If by truth you mean hand then yes
I hold to be self-evident and hold you in the highest—
KO to my OT and bait to my switch, I crown
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My mother does not trust
women without it.
What are they not hiding?
Renders the dead living
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As in, in the, of course. The body knew
the drill by now. Was are we there yet and then
never been so, then so long. Heart tied
with twine, with shorthairs, trip wires—whispered that bind.
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