The Story of the Words I Use

The Iowa Review - - D.F. BROWN -

I put my bones down in the dark night is a boat sleep is a trip

words run to­gether and point like blood in the street clot and rip­ple on the rocks catch ink and hold

a breath an echo the shadow of an echo

clat­ters past as if Nam were a place scraped from my brain

and splat­ters here ex­plain.

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