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Katy Lederer

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Katy Lederer grew up in Concord, New Hampshire. She received a BA from the University of California at Berkeley in 1995 and an MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop in 1998. She is the author of the poetry collections The Heaven-Sent Leaf (Crown Publishing, 2008) and Winter Sex (Wave Books, 2004), as well as a memoir, Poker Face: A Girlhood Among Gamblers (Broadway Books, 2003), which was a New York Times Book Review “Editor’s Choice.” Lederer, who spent twelve years working in finance, has served as an editor for The Poetry Project Newsletter and Fence Magazine. She has received fellowships from Yaddo, MacDowell, and the New York Foundation for the Arts, and she lives in New York City.

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After Duras
"We go back to our house. We are lovers. 
We cannot stop loving each other."

I come to confiscate your love. 
What will you do?

Small shrubs grow in the blackened yard.
Sun, which is yellow, shines in through the windows, now barred.

You were watching me eat. 
Put
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Pushed together, pulled apart, we were purported pluripotent.
We developed as an organ, a benign and beating heart.

We sought physicians for histology. Discovered spinal symmetry.
Within the sacred bowl of life, our innards spilled in red array.

I wondered what you'd have to say if

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Focus for
us was a thing hard to
come by. We would have to make due with
whatever

we had: these
were pills and a pencil,
blue earplugs to block out the voices
inside of

our heads, which
would tell us time passed and
these thoughts that would shine like soft lights