by Brett Rutherford
How many faces greet you
when your grateful eyes open,
remembering the night of love?
Just one? Or, one,
and the one who resembled her,
and is now ashes?
How many feet
peep out beneath the blankets?
Pray to the gods it is not six!
[written as an interlude for the Li Yu poem-cycle]
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