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A Useful Thing Behind Glass
Blue Thumb Press 2020
I don’t experience this often, but this poem emerged of its own accord in the middle of the night. (It eventually woke me up enough that I began to email myself the lines as they came—see below.) The majority of the poem arrived between 2:30 and 2:50 in the morning of October 19. My daughter arrived, at a similarly ungodly hour, six days later.
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