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	<title>Dossier Journal: Read &#187; Haley Lasché</title>
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		<title>The Whole Whale: A Poem by Haley Lasché</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 17:17:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Haley Lasché</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We feel lucky in moments we’ve survived the heart saved the whole whale: oil, fire. We build a tent out of bones the red red red of shadow inside a canyon keeping us close enough though our desires scream: splitter. An equal love spreads over the tongue holding us down; guiding us back. We hold [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We feel lucky in moments we’ve survived the heart</p>
<p>saved the whole whale: oil, fire.</p>
<p>We build a tent out of bones</p>
<p>the red red red of shadow inside a canyon</p>
<p>keeping us close enough</p>
<p>though our desires scream: splitter.</p>
<p>An equal love spreads over the tongue</p>
<p>holding us down; guiding us back.</p>
<p>We hold our teeth inside our mouths</p>
<p>careful not to push too hard on wisdom: oil, fire.</p>
<p>Sleepless nights. Aching stomachs.</p>
<p>Skin too new to stretch.</p>
<div><em>Haley Lasché has her MFA from Hamline University. Her poems and essays have appeared in lit mags and anthologies such </em>Not a Muse<em>, </em><a href="http://www.poemeleon.org/">Poemeleon</a><em>, </em><a href="http://www.crabcreekreview.org/">The Crab Creek Review</a><em>, </em><a href="http://www.thefurnacereview.com/">The Furnace Review</a><em>, etc. She has performed them in art galleries, bookstores, on top of bars and in friends&#8217; living rooms. In addition to writing, she is a college instructor, a postmodern dancer and a punk-rock fashion model.</em></div>
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