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The Whirlwind Review Issue 1 Table of Contents More Poetry Previous Nancy GustafsonA Poemor a hair shirt Words and phrases flit through her mind at inopportune times, in waiting lines at stop signs are scratched with a dull lead onto grocery tabs and scraps ripped from old envelopes to be stored like roses pressed between pages, sacred tears in a glass vial, fingernail clippings boxed in cedar, hair pulled from a brush and braided until that golden time carved from disorder when she crumbles rose petals, pours out her tears, shakes free her nails, unbraids her tresses and kneels before the loom of the Spirit who dwells within to weave a poem, or heaven forbid, a hair shirt. |
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