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W.S. Di Piero
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Places we leaveslick our bodies
with silky air
or foam we feel
faithful and tickly
(even somehow taste)
but can\'t clearly see.
We wear its weight
like atmosphere—
runs, blots
of what we’ve done
in and with
each place
—what to do
with it now?—
and what it does
to us still.
© 2008, W.S. Di Piero
From: Poetry, Vol. 192, No. 3, June
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
From: Poetry, Vol. 192, No. 3, June
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
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What To Do
Places we leaveslick our bodies
with silky air
or foam we feel
faithful and tickly
(even somehow taste)
but can\'t clearly see.
We wear its weight
like atmosphere—
runs, blots
of what we’ve done
in and with
each place
—what to do
with it now?—
and what it does
to us still.
From: Poetry, Vol. 192, No. 3, June
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