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Bernadette Hall

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for JR

missing you
like I’ve been hit
and missing you
for years

in a doorway
somewhere between
the kitchen
and the laundry

missing the way
you tell me every day
I’m beautiful

putting a kiss
on my forehead
when I’m sick

and on my tongue
a sweet exotic tincture
with your tongue

we could call it

From Still Talking, Wellington: Victoria UP, 1997
Bernadette Hall

Last updated 25 March, 2005