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draped in white your invisible hands , poem and photography by pd lyons





went down by the house you used to live in

all the windows had the same curtains

the one where your bedroom was was open

for a moment

draped in white

your invisible hands




from : Morning Movies, by pd lyons




there was no one  who knew her

only hungry tired wanderers

following the track

empty bellies crying children

working up a courage

that would allow

a slow steady striping away

of all the beautiful dead woman owned

rings to stockings

eventually undergarments

gentle unhitch slipped bra

breathless shimmy panty lace

until nothing left

except the buzz of returning flies




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