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Some Small Bone

       Some small bone in your foot is longing for heaven
                                    —Robert Bly


This twinge at first stir
too modest for throb,
more diffident
than tug,
not an itch,
not the most
incurious twitch
of a hook,
not a jerk,
but the tease
of brustle
of the fine, stiff pinions
of every curtained
saint and cherub.


Hailey Leithauser

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Number 90 / Fall 2016


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