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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

Meme
University of Iowa Press


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