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Repairing Our Broken Furniture I am trying to tell him why our twelve year old coarsening, gore in you-svang coarsening, gore in you-svang I am sounding it out, step by step tighten tighten but he is gone. I have gone. Our home Sandstone When a canyon is slot enough. on one wall, your other foot I heard it first when I was twelve Dad laughed. “Think there’s a train in school who explain things. after another. I heard it just last week, Canyon. Now there’s a beauty of a whistler. And when it came up beside me, I whispered, the canyon’s Kelly Nelson teaches Interdisciplinary Studies at Arizona State University. Her poems have appeared recently in Eclectica, Found Poetry Review, Mixed Fruit, and Tar River Poetry.
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