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THE ROOM IS VERY WARM LIKE THE WOMAN

The room is very warm like the woman.
Can you guess what she is doing?
She is holding on to her fate.
The woman is the wise warrior of night.
She says: It was always someone else's war.
An animal war. Which means numbing
not nurturing or measuring the hurts
by him and his artillery. The way an animal
measures how we lay beside each other
in a war that was not ours. And how the night
was wonderful. As we lay beside each other.
Two of a kind. Mama's name and Mary's breast
breathing in us.

     Dorothy A. Friedman