This poem is taken from Stand 234, 20(2) June - August 2022.

Marie-Louise Eyres Loss is an Egg
Loss is a large, egg-shaped dip left in the bed.
It’s a painted star that shined with sweat
all night upon a dancer’s cheek.

It’s the time you found that precious lock
of thick, dark curly hair
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