Elizabeth Hahn
In the east her portrait is exotic
A fine patch of light
Blue, white

Red she saves for him
The earth -- the tone of voice
As if the story is untold

Free flight she falls
And opens with a crack
A whip, a bat

The words fold up inside her on the line
Quiet she returns
And disappears

A tea of comfort and losing
She sips
Inside her deep inside

The scars of rust diminish --
No worries

And in the east she drinks the blue
She breathes the sea


Elizabeth Hahn lives in Richmond, Virginia where she works as an associate creative director for an advertising agency. She is the founder of Agony Press, and an editor for Her short fiction has appeared in Linnaean Street.

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