abandoned meeting house

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the meeting house

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crooked clapboards

doors nailed shut

remember

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they argued

into the supper hour

words threaded, knotted

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violent voices

eyes wool, ears cotton, lips

flax flayed to linen

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over wages paid

to the man who splits

the wood, stokes the fire

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at home, needles

slid, silent, through layers

of quilting

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women forgot their thimbles

pricked thumbs

left blood on fabric

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