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Cluster index: Katie Lehman

From ‘Emily Dickinson’s Lexicon’.

Katie Lehman: ‘After the afternoon fell and an evening beam
trod across her rose papered wall, her
blush plum paisley stole.’


Katie Lehman: ‘Cyclical and sparse, her eyelid-thin wings approach
and disapproach among the grasses.’

Four poems.

Katie Lehman: ‘My son at seven is afraid of water, the slightest drop
on his arm. I tell him that he was born from water,
smallest amniote, floating weightless, safe within
a fluid-filled globe, gravid in the illuminated dark, his lungs

yet to form, like the primeval fish he once was.’