THE SHAPE OF SUCH LONGING
is light
as the wind
flaps
and lets fall
a shirt’s
empty sleeves.
THE SHAPE OF SUCH LONGING
is light
as the wind
flaps
and lets fall
a shirt’s
empty sleeves.
Sean reading from “In the Light of the Yellow City,” in the book The Blue City
he knows their priests are the street musicians and children, the upturned mouths of cases catching coins
late night, shooting pool with Sean Thomas Dougherty, in a suburb just north of Detroit, 2011
One of four poems forthcoming in the Winter issue: “I Am A Forty“
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