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Shell Lacked No Beauty
stephanie pope
 

shell lacked no beauty where 
your own pink footprint stepped
in one right out of you sky blue that fled

my wide remembering not still
in tide & sweep & leap ashore;
it is no wonder I am worn with what you wore

& now I’m thinking
intimacy a little word
a threnody in as to me

I’m thinking as is intimacy’s shell
a field of beauty rising
from the oysters under sea
 ..........................
in pieces swimming swell ashore
flow & drop, rise & plop intimacy here
in wave and leaving

leaving here & sunken
sunlit, slivered, drenched &
spurting exalted genitus skyblue & pink

in me each time although in each time through
dismembered by the days
now nowhere, too

how intimate where you withdrew
& with her other name
shell threw this empty black

a gray green living corpse
my tatters even now
though transient & wounded, too, the round

where matter left the gray green
stamped in me still damp 
imprinting how

& how you shatter in & matter in
the gray green foam
whitely living

word for word
as-intricately me
the oysters under sea

shell lacked no beauty where 
your own pink footprint stepped
in one right out of you sky blue that fled
I’m thinking as succinctly she clam
intimate & empty swelled  
within a field of beauty shelled
 
 
 
 

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