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Robin Coste Lewis

I wondered if you thought we were lost.
We weren’t lost.  We were loss.

And meanwhile, all I could think
about was the innumerable ways

I would’ve loved to have eaten you.  How
being devoured can make one cry.

—  Robin Coste Lewis, from “Plantation,” Voyage of the Sable Venus: and Other Poems. (Knopf; F First Edition edition September 29, 2015)

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