This Great Upheaval of During*
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during the season of my discontent
during the spring of blue rain
during the summer between corn and husk
during the gale force affair
during the winter spent whetting knives
during the borderline prime
during the fortnight I could do no wrong
during the parable of mine
during the tunnel between dusk and dawn
during the strangling want
during the recoil to a New England mill
during the urge to declaim
during remorse like a slap to the head
during rue like a prayer
during regret, lesion and balm
during resolve like a sieve
during the pain
during the game
during the maim
during the bane
during the feign
during the dame
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*Title is a line from the article “The Estrogen Dilemma”
by Cynthia Gorney
It sings, which I like.
but it’s hard for me to get past the strong feeling of “then what”?… a pull to a story that is implied but not told.