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On Being On the Receiving End of Revenge
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Andrea Potos


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Such finesse
must come from long practice.
Is it applause you want?
I want more than hate,
more than a gnarled
grudge like a dead stump
rooted in my chest.

I want my own woods,
the scurry of the unseen,
the eyes of deer.
I want stillness enough to hear
my own heart working, and that moment
each ochre, each crimson leaf
is torn from its hold.


by Andrea Potos.
Used with the author's permission.



Andrea Potos, who writes in longhand, is a longtime independent bookseller and the author of numerous books; her latest is Her Joy Becomes, from Fernwood Press. Andrea loves reading, travel, cafes, and walking beside lakes and on green trails—“of which there are many,” she says, in Madison, Wisconsin, where she lives. Andrea’s Greek grandparents and their spirit have been an abiding presence and inspiration throughout her life and poetry.

                             

 

 

 


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