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Sometimes you wander all day, the fog outside stalled at the tops of trees,
refusing to rise higher and reveal the world you hope is still there,
the one in which you're still a beautiful woman some beautiful man might helplessly move towards.
And you remember how one looked at you the first time you undressed, how another didn't mind that you cried.
Sometimes it's enough just to say their names, like a rosary, ordinary names linked by nothing
but the fact that they belong to men who loved you."
"Getting Older" (Excerpt)
Kim Addonizio
Tell Me
BOA Editions, Ltd.
July 1, 2000
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