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Self portrait of the artist writing as Jillian Marks

I’m a burning hearth, he said
People see the smoke

But no one comes to warm themselves
Sloughing off a coat

And all my little landscapes
All my yellow afternoons

Stack up around this vacancy
Like dirty cups and spoons

No mercy, sweet Jesus
No mercy from Turbulent Indigo

                                                                                                       ~Mitchell, J.

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