Oyster Boy Review 17  
  Fall 2003
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fragment from a poem unwritten

Carlomar Arcangel Daoana

whenever I shape the first word of my poem
I see you opening a memory
which means a body of water opens
and we both drink from it
the way knowing hunger seeks itself in the dark