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Morning in the Burned House by Margaret Atwood

In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,

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More and More by Margaret Atwood

More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become

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Provisions by Margaret Atwood

What should we have taken with us? We never could decide

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You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood

You fit into me like a hook into an eye

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Flying Inside Your Own Body by Margaret Atwood

Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones

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Is/Not by Margaret Atwood

Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise

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The Rest by Margaret Atwood

The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride

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Siren Song by Margaret Atwood

This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song

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Variation On The Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood

I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen.

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A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood

You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.

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Sekhmet, the Lion-headed Goddess of War by Margaret Atwood

He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly.

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A Visit by Margaret Atwood

Gone are the days when you could walk on water.

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You Take My Hand by Margaret Atwood

You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie,

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Backdropp Addresses Cowboy by Margaret Atwood

Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost-

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Habitation by Margaret Atwood

Marriage is not a house or even a tent

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The Shadow Voice by Margaret Atwood

My shadow said to me: what is the matter

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The Moment by Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage

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Variations on the Word Love by Margaret Atwood

This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm

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Postcards by Margaret Atwood

I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse

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