Sunday, May 31, 2015
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Indians said never
a tornado where two
rivers meet. There,
after the roar, my
fingers prove shredded,
after coiling through
a chain-link fence.
Dare gaze up to a green
broil of sky to see how
a nude woman hangs
from a black rag-
ged tree by her long,
so-bright hair.
I won’t ever forget it!
Nor, now, will you.Labels: death, hanging woman, Indian, tornado, Woman
