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A field of snow cairns
Was that a kestrel that just passed
An inclination to stack
Almost said “human inclination”
Your cigar butt looks more like a
Severed thumb
Green bags of dog shit
Scattered around the trash bin
Puddles of piss
Green piss in the snow
Like lemon-lime Gatorade
Like high-visibility outerwear
In dreams
I am often wiping my ass in public
I cannot lift my legs
So many starlings
Blind spots on white branches
When I close my eyes
Phosphenes like falling snow
Emmett Lewis is an MFA candidate in poetry at Columbia University. He studied philosophy at Vassar College and then spent a few years farming. His work is forthcoming in Hamilton Stone Review and he reviews poetry submissions for the Columbia Journal.
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