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By Your Leave
Suzanne S. Rancourt

twelve years ago you died
i held your hand
felt your soul leave
your fingertips an exit point
each tip a sparked flash
the kind that snap in my vision when my retina detaches
or when i yank my socks off too fast in dry january
static electricity jumps a jack over the candlestick arc
from charged yarn to ember mottled carpet
i prefer this at night when i can see and hear life jump
air to ground - a paratrooper still - you fall to earth
take no notice of those around who cringe
their hearts and shoulders collapsed in recoil
i was not like that and gave back vigorously
this was the arc we formed whenever we touched
it was what you needed to be on your way
a leg up
lift off
charge across the continuum
we both knew i would be left this way
it’s what i came to do
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    • Issue II: Flux >
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