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After Kaveh Akbar 


There is this loveable saint:

He sees me in fallen down ditches, covered in bracken. 

I’m so perforated by light and so

performative and painful, that

I helped an old drunk man brush gravel

from his split knee.


I’d not known the name you spoke from,

but I searched without aid.

I was faltering and frail,

like the boozehound in the bracken.


I never did remember where I left my briefcase,

only that it was down that old gravelly road,

eaten by the old gravelly voice

calling to pull him from his resting place,

and clean his split knee.



Inspired by ‘Exciting the canvas’ by Kaveh Akbar

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