ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2015-2016 competition.
Despite that you
wrote your name
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;...
as if at its center,
god would be there— ...
What I want most is what I deeply fear:
loss of self; yet here I stand, a “memsahib,”
all decked out in wonder, and still a stranger ...
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