Young Werther Contemplates Wahlheim
     in the Clear Light of Day
(Fishouse Poets #3)

Patience, I suppose: how some things must be,
or be slowly executed. I
consider how the beloved’s
patient, eventual, brittle, misshapen
cracked talk, brothers to keep in shoes,
might end the ease of this hour.

     Karen Holmberg / Soft Shell Crab
     Matthew Zapruder / After Reading Tu Fu, I Emerge from a Cloud of Falseness
     Leslie McGrath / Hearing
     Carey McHugh / Instrument for Oversight
     Gibson Fay LeBlanc / Oakland Work Crew
     Molly Peacock / Picnic

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