Salvage

  
	The window, then.  September already and the window he hauls her
	sore arm against, fitting it with a new dress.  There you go he is saying
	and tungsten is an element, no. 74, steely-gray and robust.  The highest
	melting point of all the non-alloyed metals and in her eye some trace of
	the colour.  Its pure form.  Tenderness, another form of despair.

 

 

 

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J. Mae Barizo is a Canadian. In 2007 she received an International Publication Award from Atlanta Review, and was a finalist for Spoon River Poetry Review’s Editor’s Prize. Her chapbook, The Concert Review, is forthcoming in 2008. Her poems have appeared in the Baltimore Review, the Antietam Review, and Poetry Motel, among others. J. Mae is also a professional musician. She likes rivers. She lives in New York City.