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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Richard Widerkehr

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These Days As We Wipe Packages With Bleach

Last night's dream—no, let's start with the dull sheen
on this teak coffee table. In the dream, my sister
and I play this game—if you cut yourself
on a sheet of tin foil, you shimmer, can't breathe.

We fold these rifts of mercy from the center,
tuck the sun and wind into syllables, leave
certain sheaves at four corners for the poor
to glean, so we will not sit shiva, not die.