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HOW I by Melissa Stein

Wednesday, 19 October 2016 by Melissa Stein

Stupidly. Like a dog,
like drought
flood, like a vole
the hawk lifts screaming
to its first and last
panoramic.
Each want sired
want and I
was drowning in it—
but kept my head
just enough
above the choking
to choke more.
A dog, I said,
or rat pressing
lever unto death.
May we all die wanting
and getting it.

 

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  • Published in Issue 10, Poetry
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