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Stalker
By Jack Mitchell
Her slender legs shaped like the smooth
wooden curve of a canoe paddle dappled
in sun.
Her breaths sounds the silent swoosh of an
owl as she sleeps, sleeps, unsuspecting
of me.
Shivering, disturbed by dreams, she pulls
sheet over body like the robe of a
goddess.
I rely on distance because I cannot bear the
ugly scar, the wart, the wrinkle on the brow
the anti-Michelangelo, the scratch on her
cool marble translucent skin—so pale.
Without warning she wakes and jerks,
rising to shut Venetian shades and block the
mean sun.
magus ~ 11 ~ mabus