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Like a rebel’s note
come Sunday
I chanted my mal arranged vow,
as expected of a good girl like me.
But I had to sing true
in my Salishan earthed heart, vesicles bursting,
knowing it would thrive again
if for now, manacled, 3 quarters dead,
to some other maid’s dream.
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
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