Poetry 2013 / Volume 44

Twenty-One — William Spencer

poetry is just nothing on the tops
we’re warm and our touch is acceptable
these final moments, worthy of documentation,
can tell primer from paint by smell
that is how to be a good communicator
wake in her house and the smell of home improvement like a hometown of ladders
so it continues
only jack and me are allowed to say poetry

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