Winter Fawn

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the milk is warm. the baguette dry
smothered by the wrong end of a butter knife
your hands across my face. come on tape
the doorway. roll the wet towels. sway
your crumpling whisper: have faith. inhale
wish me to suffer. together we possess
little recompense. an ariel view
of being filthy without sense
have no pity. pull me in
your ravine of corrugated tin

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Patricia Connolly studied poetry at the University of Notre Dame, where she earned an MFA. Currently, she lives and works in Chicago, where she teaches sociology and literature for a community college. In 2021, her chapbook Yeats’s Teahouse will be released as the first Permutations multimedia 3D poetry chapbook from Michigan State Press.

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