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A Private Place

I kept you buried in a shallow alley grave,

a hollowed dirt canoe, in which after having touched

your legs and breasts and shoulders,

I rolled you up like a sporting program—

a telescope or megaphone—through which I could

see or speak to you when you were gone.

I dug you up as often as I thought of you,

though sometimes I’d resist and so my giving in

was sweeter. And even now I remember