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I'm fascinated by this -- the tone and rhythm grab me, as does the description. My only problem is unravelling the poem to what's really happening, and maybe that's just me.
Undressing her
skin first
it peels in curls --- here I think it's just a dressmaker dummy
around my bare feet
shaves of gold --- and just made of wood, that you're cutting off?
dusts the brown
hardwood
so now, she is simple
a skeleton
hanging in a red
blouse
some silent find at ---- and I think this is about the blouse?
the end of mother's cabinet
laying it out on the bed
the silk between
my fingers...
against the bone
pencil markings
- measurements---- so I'm still thinking it's a dummy
where cartilage should be
long silver pins
hold the red
against her white wash coat
shining
noonlight billows
through the thin
curtains caught in breeze
I marvel
at my own ingenious
design, this dress -
Forget
the eyes ears nose ------ and then right here I get mixed up
soul jumbled
in the pan
in the corner
this afternoon
I am God
hemming her
as I please
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The noonlight curtain part is sumptuous, and I love te last three lines, but I can't sort out whether you're dissecting a person or just playing with a doll/dummy, but if it is a dummy the part with the pan doesn't really work somehow. Am I missing something?
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