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AB -  * Before its first grave this hillside was already showing signs let its slope escape as darkness mistake every embrace for dirt though one arm more than the other is always heavier, still circles down bringing you closer the way rain knows winter will come with snow that was here before, bring you weights till nothing moves, not the shadows not the sun coming here to learn about the cold, hear the evenings. 23:2 DOI 10.1215/0961754X-3816063 © 2017 by Simon Perchik * Though you can't tell them apart your tears came back, marked the ground the way leaves go unnamed to their death as the need to follow one another one breath at a time, face up and after that the rain and warmer --you weep with your collar open make room for another grave near a sea each night wider, further no longer heard the way now and then comes by to close the Earth with buttons and sleeves and tighter. Perchik * You open this jar the way each raindrop breaks apart midair, stops telling time when struck by another, head to head as streams--your hands stay wet let you gather the hours that are not 
TI - FIVE POEMS
JO - Common Knowledge
DO - 10.1215/0961754X-3816063
DA - 2017-04-01
UR - https://www.deepdyve.com/lp/duke-university-press/five-poems-QdPrk0RSF3
SP - 362
VL - 23
IS - 2
DP - DeepDyve
ER -