Today's poem is by Katie Ford
Last Breath at Dawn
I don't know what has been absolved what not I hear people still with
no beating thing called a heart feel a warm hand on my back evil comfort comfortthy people I need someone to believe me I dig the iron
into the neck of the shirt beneath the collar against the windpipe red birdspecking their faces into cracks outside torch-shaped trees losing
their minds dry roots pull out is anywhere wet I have not slept at all no onewill wake in the house for hours earth against deeper earth
molten story a river I don't know where you are maybe you wake up nextto your husband next to your life water in its pod coins on the aspen turning
all things straightened all things
Copyright © 2002 Katie Ford All rights reserved
from Northwest Review
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