After Love

by Susan Ludvigson

She remembers how reason
escaped from the body
flew out with a sigh,
went winging up
to a corner of the ceiling
and fluttered there,
a moth, a translucence
waiting.

She did not hear it
return, did not see
but felt its brush
against her breasts
quieter, quieter
until it slipped
back in, powdered
and intact.

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