mast-stays sing
I remember a woman from Amsterdam
though not her name
the six-inch scar across her cheek
the left corner of her mouth
but not her name
her face like sun on calm ocean
the white scar a thin straight wave
she had taken in a solitary grace
her soft voice never told of the knife I imagined
only asked if I liked the swimsuit she was buying
she was already dreaming of sailing
and I was already with her
forever
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