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do I regret what I’ve said alone
in yrs just nudging me along
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rain soaks the holler and the future
in what winks to avoid description
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who would hurt a bird—
is what it is to be young I said
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now what, that this century’s oblivion
is a symptom of every century’s oblivion
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the program thinks again I am
not me — so again, I’m me in re-entry
Douglas Piccinnini is the author of a book of poems, Blood Oboe (Omnidawn, 2015) and of Story Book: a novella (The Cultural Society, 2015). His work has appeared or is forthcoming with The Academy of American Poets’ Poem-a-day, Black Sun Lit, Denver Quarterly, Elderly, Fence, Lana Turner, Posit, Prelude, Seattle Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Verse, and The Volta.
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