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The Wedge

By Gregory OrrPosted Wednesday, Nov. 13, 1996, at 3:30 AM ET

When there were two of us
there was one world

and one moon. When you
died, I was alone

in another world
whose two moons

of grief and rage
wax and wane

in the starless sky.
By their light,

all I eat becomes
ashes on my tongue.

Now I can't stand
to be touched

or to see anyone
touching. When I find

lovers, I set
this wedge between them:

love is no use,
though lovers are used;

who seeks to soothe
will only bruise.

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Gregory Orr's most recent book is City of Salt. He teaches at the University of Virginia.
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