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JILLIAN PATTINSON
Vessel
- Toward the end, she cries out—
- I am not ready! Not yet. Now now
…
- But the vessel has already taken shape
- and only makes sense
- in a state of containment—filling,
- welling up, overflowing or spilling.
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- Daylight lowers her eyelids,
- so he draws the blind. Later, she takes
- to waking at night, to darkness
- and disorientation—
- Where am I! What time is it?
- Is there anybody there?
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- Now the nightlight must hold its
own—
- this globe, this filament,
- this illuminated shade with its tenuous
cord,
- a patient monitor and a small moth
- circling the glow, hovering over the
switch
- as it completes each circuit.
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