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from Issue Number 7, 2017

by James Stotts

you can see it
in my face
in the teeth
i haven’t had replaced
that my nature
is all fours
a beast with a man’s back
a mouth made
not for singing
but a nose
for the marshes
the birds
and blooms
hiding
in the marshes
for finding
sweet perfumes
fresh limp bodies
a mouth
for carrying them
gently
unmarked
through the streams
fog banks
phragmites
giving my body
to bring back
game and bouquets
unharmed
breaking my body
running
through and under
retrieving
without naming
exclaiming
without words
racing back

 

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