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Published: Wed Jul 1 2009
Wosene Worke Kosrof, The Inventor V (detail), 2022, acrylic on linen. Courtesy of Sullivan Goss Gallery, Santa Barbara, California

Nights the stars twitch like nerves.
Those skies are like her, dead
and not dead, and the sea—

she fell in love like a lunatic.
Like a goat she would have eaten
all his clothes to see him
walk away naked.

Stephanie Pippin’s poems have appeared in Boston Review, The Iowa Review, and Ploughshares. She lives in St. Louis, Missouri. (updated 4/2009)

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