TWO POEMS
Sep 01, 2020
2 minutes
COREY VAN LANDINGHAM
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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