~SALLY VAN DOREN~

SHILL

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I heard a word at a dinner
party and I knew it would

be the title of a poem,
my poem, which remains

mine, even though you
are reading it now in a room

by yourself or out loud
in front of other people.

What is mine becomes
liminal when you put it

in your mouth.  And
you?  You inhabit me

for the time it takes us
to define possession.

© by Sally Van Doren