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when I fever I fever a boy
blond in the corner of the door
holding a robe & lit by nothing
I fever the voice of a woman
over him naming
a list of hallow names
I fever the names
& the boy holds a robe I fever
the light until light my window
I fever the voice of a woman
my name almost my name
sweat water drench my brow
when I fever I fever a boy
blood in a corridor
folds of a robe & tilted humming
I fever the voice of a woman
holding him naming
listen hollow names
I fever the names
& a man folds the robe I fever
the lightning twilight a widow
I fever the voice of a woman
my name most my name
sweetwater drenching my brow
and I fever I fever a voice a woman siltwater boy of names of
robes I fever light & coronet the sweat & listen names become
my name hollowed name hallowed name howled their christen
robes the wind & litanies the brow my folded brow
O I fever my name
most of all my name
my name drenched
my bellowed brow
By Rebecca Pickard
Rebecca Pickard is a writer and researcher living in Lynchburg, Virginia. Her work has previously appeared in LAMP Magazine and the Sigma Tau Delta Rectangle.