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The Buried Rib Cage
Eve GrubinEve slipped from its arced ridge—
the only body part
you don’t
……do evil with:the eye, the hand,
might beg
……corruption;the ribs are modest
shy crests, ticklish,
…………an open fan,
not quite sexual, yet not puritan:delicate accordian
………………—yawn, moan—
Soul breathes through the comb.From Morning Prayer (Sheep Meadow Press, 2005)