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So
many streets have vanished, signs
stolen by vandals or
turned around, north and south confused
into up and down, yesterday
or tomorrow, my
best friend’s face has melted, the
war heroes of childhood have
been caught behind enemy lines, my
weight stays the same but
the brain is noticeably lighter like
a plane with less ballast flying
new and sudden routines,
even the skin thins and
bruises show themselves baldly almost
as paper being folded with
headlines, the lingering body simmers
in its dark cauldron, cabernet
swallows direct into
blood, knees wade through
the turbulent river, sun
coming out a stern teacher-- soon
I shall learn who I am. --David Radavich
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