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Moira Mccavana

Words

Fit these words that I speak
Into your mouth, stuff them down your throat
And swallow them whole.

Let them sit, in the pit of your stomach
And scrape against your insides
Until their rough edges turn smooth

Save them for winter, let them give you warmth
Through all of those empty calendar days
Let them take the place of a heart when your own stops working
And let them be the blood in your veins until summer comes
And suddenly red rivers run smoothly once more.

Let them live in you, please
Make them live in you.
Because I don’t want them anymore.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]