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After Rejection

by Allison Grayhurst

To blaze forth the anger of doubt, grieve
my breast robbed of joy.

To drink the stream from furious eyes,
and clip the proud anguish from my tight jaw.

To send flying the irrational gestures
that dig like a cat’s claw into
my naked lips, withering my depths
of all understanding.

To know a faith so whole it hurts like love.

To plunge into the androgynous heart that
sings and hurts the same
for all.

Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst

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