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Why I Thought

ISSUE:  Summer 2020


Why I thought I needed to rent a third-floor attic.
Why I thought one mattress on the floor, a desk, a vanity
with a mirror—Why whether from grief, 
abundance, freckled blue-black sky,
or soundless rain, humanity’s pain, 
endless desire the poem came—



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