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[It's stringy   out here]

      from "The Split"

It's stringy     out here

                           in the stratosphere.

The sad night ticks like a homemade bomb.

I dream each night (in Cancerqueen, so many nights!) about the
churning streets, the way each person passing, in her, his surly,
individuated shoes, I didn't know but could have known.
This seeming simpler now than then.

Susan Wheeler

University of Iowa Press

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