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Anne Boyer was born in Topeka, Kansas, in 1973. She is the author of Garments Against Women (Ahsahta Press, 2015), winner of the 2016 Community of Literary Magazines and Presses Firecracker Award, and The Romance of Happy Workers (Coffee House Press, 2008). She has taught at the Kansas City Art Institute since 2011. She lives in Kansas City, Missouri.

A Sonnet from the Archive of Love's Failures, Volumes 1-3.5 Million

If you were once inside my circle of love

and from this circle are now excluded,
and all my love's citizens I love more than you,
if you were once my lover but I've stopped
letting you, what is the view from outside

my love's limit? Does my love's interior emit
upward and cut into night? Do my charms,
investigations, and illnesses issue to the dark
that circles my circle? Do they bother

your sleep? And if you were once my friend
and are now my villainous foe, what stories
do you tell about how stupid those days
when I cared for you? Because I tell stories

of how you must tremble at my love's terrible walls,
how the memory of its interior you must always be eroding.

Copyright © 2013 by Anne Boyer. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2013 by Anne Boyer. Used with permission of the author.

Anne Boyer

Anne Boyer is the author of Garments Against Women (Ahsahta Press, 2015), winner of the 2016 Community of Literary Magazines and Presses Firecracker Award.

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