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I Miss You This Much I
Words by Janeen Pergrin Rastall
Image by Cheryl Angel QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Both of these pieces are a part of Les Femmes Folles Presents; TALES, A Group Exhibition 
make a little circle,
touch my fingertip to thumb, a line of flesh that does not end. This is not the ring that you forgot, not the shape knuckles make on thighs and breasts, not the hole of days I dug and dove into. This is the circle you did not expect, the manhole cover I crawled up to, the shape of lips saying: “No.” This is the drain I place on my chest to siphon off love’s residue. This is the zero, the nothing left, the blast site center aftermath. When I lift my hand, this is my sign: three fingers splayed, without you I am okay. #Unreal #Poetry #Painting #DomesticAbuse #Feminism #LesFemmeFolles Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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