Ghost, Fountain

— Gaetano Donizetti, “Lucia di Lammermoor”

                 Be remote
A while from malice and from murdering.
— Gwendolyn Brooks

water this fountain
where I am yoked

sun-break he holds
you how once I

this secret dark
dagger my body

rip off the collar
your cage don’t wait

my neck his breath
these woods this water

my waist his ring
his grip blood sister

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