Sacred and Profane Love

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
June 22, 2016
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Our overnight train was outpacing
the countryside, the speed at which it moved flattening the grass,
                                                                while, in our sleeper car,
he jerked my shirt back up over my shoulders, and I bit
the white cotton.

The stiff blankets loosening, the shadows loosening.
Dawn outrunning the edges of the drawn shade.

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