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Yes, it can be admitted now

Kathleen Jesme
Yes, it can be admitted now: she had a secret once

carried like a stone in her pocket until

(is this how what we are
becomes unspeakable.)

what if years later running her hands down her body she found
that stone, worn now,

and named it
or God
or something



Copyright © 2005 by Kathleen Jesme. From Motherhouse: Poems. Reprinted with permission of Louisiana State University Press.

Kathleen Jesme