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Show me your face

as it was when we were

plural as one.

Make me feel

you remain after

you are gone.

Pour your gaze into

the infant glass

I was. All

eyes and tongue,

I come seeking one.

Claim me once

more: release

my fist, a closed peony

opening for the sun.

Silk my inner skin

slip softly in. Don't

wait. Begin.

To mark National Poetry Month, Globe Arts is publishing original new poems throughout the month of April.

Eleanor Chai's first book, Standing Water, was just published by FSG. She is the co-editor of the forthcoming Efforts of Affection: The Complete Correspondence between Elizabeth Bishop and Marianne Moore.

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