The American Poetry Review

TWO POEMS

Reader, I

emember the midnights. The hour’s stark cleaver—new year from old. A stranger’s clove-tinged mouth, that kindling. Now I’m sleeping on the couch. We haven’t kissed for a week (some winter bug I shouldn’t spread) but I’ve resolved less pity, less sorrow. Remember, reader,

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