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The Blue Dory, the Soul

—I left the blue dory

there had been so much news

so many flashbulbs breaking

up the dory

so many people

following their names

eating their third heavy car

their third book

I left the blue dory

on its hip on the fence

left my soul not “mine”

“my” clothes off

I left the edges of “my” face

“my” hands