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with burning fevers
the last time I was small,
under a heavy mahogany
and cotton lace cloth,
my ears sucked every morsel
my mother’s friends spilled
from the coffeepot and the tips
of cigarettes
how my grandmother died,
my father’s letters from overseas,
and once
a fireman’s mouthful of ashes
when lifting a corpse.
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Elizabeth
Archers lives in Portland, Oregon. Her work has appeared in various
local small presses, including "Broken Word: The Alberta Street
Anthology (Volumes 1 and 2)" which she co-edited, and "Walking Bridges
Using Poetry as a Compass" (Urban Adventure Press). In 2008, she
published a photographic anthology, "Blown Out: Portland’s Indie
Poets." A book of her poetry is forthcoming through Night Bomb Press (http://www.nightbombpress.com/forthcoming.html).
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