They woke beside one another. I touched his face. Things that are over. Triumph, applause: things that are weightless, invisible, both. Keeping a secret versus telling a lie, things that matter less, the more we think about them. Carl Phillips www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
The World in MiniatureThings like how the word Arctic means bears nearby and Antarctic means no bears—so they say. What Arctic (from the ancient Greek) really means is near the…www.poetryfoundation.org