Tag: Old Shoulders
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Three Poems by Jaqueline Newlove
Old Shoulders Once lying in bed beside a lover, I wished for removable arms, so I could press myself against him and give those overworked oar locks a rest. The next day, I’d slip them back in place to row us down the river into town, past cliffs and overhanging willows. Now my shoulders ache…
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