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Kit Frick

You, even now

15 October 2008
Vol. 8, No. 3
poetry

At dinner tonight, you put


hot sauce in my water glass, and I thought you were perfect.


You were wearing loafers, which didn't suit you at all.


I was thinking of the war, which I never do, but those tanks


lumbered in my dream, and I am still shaken.

Young Americans

12 October 2008
Vol. 8, No. 3
poetry

Even today when every hour latched neatly to the next


(and each seemed to be the start of something) they were there:



your fingers clutching a splintered handrail, the clean crease


of your black collared shirt, your face staring at your face

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