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steep
by Irene Cooper
to a certain nobody:
a pair of wingtips is not
a means to fly even if
you are not in love
with the lies of the father
the rain can be taken
for medicine a boy has
seventy-two castanets
such doors seep
light in small doses
flush his golden hands.
About the Author
Irene Cooper’s poems appear online and in print. She is a freelance copywriter, facilitates creative writing workshops in Central Oregon, and co-edits The Stay Project. Committal, her first novel, is forthcoming from Vegetarian Alcoholic Press in 2020.
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