For Paul

Patrick Phillips

I can see you through the bonfire, with us.
A fifth of Old Crow circling the dark.Where did that old life go? In Texas
the chemo inches toward your heart,things always dwindling to just the two of us,
a crumpled cigarette, a distant car:our voices, at dawn, so clearly posthumous.
Woodsmoke rising to the ashy stars.

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Patrick Phillips is the author of three collections of poetry, including Elegy for a Broken Machine (Knopf, 2015), which was a finalist for the National Book Award, as well as Blood at the Root: A Racial Cleansing in America (Norton, 2016), which received the American Book Award in nonfiction. He teaches at Stanford University.

American Poetry Review

November/December 2018

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Editor
Elizabeth Scanlon

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