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M.A. Sinnhuber: In this Time
of May’s eighty-eight degrees,
humidity hangs,
like bath water on flesh,
needing to be stroked off
as after a swim,
with force— not like
stroking a baby’s head
or a dog’s body,
stroke as in slap,
as in force
your hand
into the pool or ocean,
propel yourself forward—
as in airplane force
or Air Force or forceps
forcing a baby to be born
into May air.
Copyright 2020 M.A. Sinnhuber
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Sinnhuber’s poetry! Great poem. Another great Madwoman heard. With love and respect.
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