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You succumb with all the yearning

of a man sacrificing himself to the ocean,

body clenched, eyes closed,

abandoning light and oxygen

so as to sink beneath the surface of my skin.

 

 

 

Rose-Anne Chabot was raised in Moose Factory, Ontario, and currently lives in Québec City, where she works as a translator (French to English). In addition to writing poetry and the occasional short story, she is learning to play the Celtic harp. Her poetry has appeared in Sassafras Literary Magazine and Room.

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