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at thirteen he discovered the recess
the stroke that reshapes
creator god
flicking off matches
it's hard to
learn what she knew
he didn't tell her
she felt ill
they smoked the last two cigarettes
tried to look
out the window covered over with butcher paper
he cut himself
they stayed laying there under blue light
hiding phantoms
-- Bob Marcacci
| Bob lives in San Francisco. He's published
work in Santa Clara Review, Suisun County Review,
and elsewhere. He has an MFA from San Francisco State. |
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