RELIC

by Beatrice McGuire

to get to you I have to start with
the shapes                  the rooms
window fittings through the ages
lampshade graves for flies
how the floor shook the windows
and how I was
terrified and quiet

the only colour I have for you
is blue
and it was
forget-me-nots
           the sky
the sea
they were mine then yours after

to get to you I have to start with
me and what you made of me
the skeleton       the same
all else changed

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