dear decelerate Anne,             you are wise beyond
your imagination                    beyond what little
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      thoughts you’ve engineered
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in your slow motion heart     pump,
pump, the blood still runs     and you are left,
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      petticoat inside out and stockings filthy
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with grit and brimstone resin,
like the melting           pupil of your eye
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      i’ve heard voices lashing,       share the same birth day—
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what it is to be the dog’s pain      Â
to attempt to be more than
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the name: Anne. Anne. Anne. Anne.
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overbearing,    still hearing our name
Courtney Leigh Jameson graduated from Saint Mary’s College of California with an MFA in Poetry (2013). Her poems have appeared in Similar: Peaks, Clockwise Cat, FLARE: Flagler Review, Crack the Spine, Danse Macabre, and Cowboy Poetry Press. She currently resides in Arizona and is the The Bowhunter of White Stag Journal.Â

