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    A woman hears screams for help in the night and finds a stranger at her door wrapped in only a towel. The woman lets the stranger in and gives her clothes to wear. When the police arrive, the stranger denies that what the woman thought happened was actually what occurred. The poem reflects on the importance of having spaces, like in poetry, where feelings can be held and expressed, both in times of clarity and error.

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    A woman hears screams for help in the night and finds a stranger at her door wrapped in only a towel. The woman lets the stranger in and gives her clothes to wear. When the police arrive, the stranger denies that what the woman thought happened was actually what occurred. The poem reflects on the importance of having spaces, like in poetry, where feelings can be held and expressed, both in times of clarity and error.

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    Spaces

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    A woman hears screams for help in the night and finds a stranger at her door wrapped in only a towel. The woman lets the stranger in and gives her clothes to wear. When the police arrive, the stranger denies that what the woman thought happened was actually what occurred. The poem reflects on the importance of having spaces, like in poetry, where feelings can be held and expressed, both in times of clarity and error.

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    Spaces

    Jenny Johnson
    I do not know how
    she felt, but I keep
    thinking of her
    screaming out to an empty street.
    I had been asleep
    when I heard a voice
    screaming, Help!
    and frantic, when I opened my door.
    I remember her shoulders
    in the faded towel I found
    before she put on my blue sweats
    and white T-shirt. Call 911
    please, she said.
    When the officer arrived
    I said, I found her there after the
    But she said,
    No, that wasnt whathappened.
    What must be valued
    Im learning,
    in clarity and in error,
    are spaces
    where
    feelings are held.
    Herein a poem?
    And elsewhere

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