Poetry
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I no longer awake in a stranger’s bed In search of myself | Me, the meat of me Under the covers | Between the sheets In the embrace Of the unknown I would be defined Or so I thought
I no longer awake questioning where or who I am
I no longer awake in a strangers bed I awake alone Comfortable with the company I keep.
—Carrie Schiffler
Once There Were Giants
The Modern Montreal Poets Who Set Out to Build a National Literature
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