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That's all
I see
of her now.
The wide open
hole
that never
closes. A
tunnel
of
darkness
too dry to
enter.
No one wants
to anymore,
anyway.
Except
me.
I want
to
climb in,
tongue
the periphery,
fill
the hollow.
Moisten
her
until
she glistens
again.

This poem first appeared in KotaPress Poetry Journal, Vol.1, Issue 3, Spring 1999.



Esther Altshul Helfgott is a poet, writing teacher, and mother of three adult children and of four grandchildren. Her writing has appeared in The Dakota House Journal, Spindrift, Switched-on-Gutenberg, Moondance, The American Psychoanalyst, The Psychoanalytic Psychotherapy Review, Mentress Moon, historylink, and other periodicals. She has a Ph.D. in history from the University of Washington (which took her 16 years to complete) and is the author of The Homeless One: A Poem in Many Voices (Kota Press, 2000). Esther edits the on-line literary journal: The Psychoanalytic Experience: Analysands Speak and she is the founding coordinator of Seattle’s “It’s About Time” Writers’ Reading Series, now in its 15th year.


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