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Michael H. Levin: Poems and Prose
THEN THERE’S THE MOMENT
when the blade snicks your rib
the plane goes into a dive
your wrist severs the window
spurting carnelian
an eighteen-wheeler hurtles
towards your windshield
you see there’s no more to add
that this, right now
is the summing up.
Rat's Ass Review, Summer 2021
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