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Poetry: Aaron McCollough

from To Have Fallen

To calm these visits one grants the mirror a blemish

            Concerning other worlds,
there is at least a terrible one

Do we swim in the font or drown here?

The older sister sensed about me
my carnation torn adulthood I mean childhood

Still gliding across the seams, watering the hall myself,
the stone rolling away

And for other people

Strange face in a normal car

This face

Sister I’m no good at impressions

Red around the edges

a little pile of underpants in the bathroom
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