Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2018  Vol. 17 No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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If ever I am mentioned, only after
your name. Postscript. Sad

phantom of a phantom girl. The way they tell it,
I am the shadow which hounds

your brightness, the tether
of shade at your heel. But

I too have a name, my own
story. A corporeal life and need

which precedes you. I was here
in the meadow before you. Before

you entered, I was here
at the center, crushed

flowers under my feet.  

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