by Ginna Wilkerson
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by Ginna Wilkerson
July is the hilt of the knife –
August is the razor’s edge.
Sheets and cigarettes mask
the glare of day
stealing through the blinds.
Where is it that you go?
Sleep is the cusp of sex and love
in the twenty-first century.
Cigarette smoke swirls above the bed
as a wisp of black hair is tucked
behind one ear.
The buttoning of her shirt is framed
in violet silhouette.
Bio.
Ginna Wilkerson is the author of Odd Remains .
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