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Bruce Weigl

I had a fifth of somebody’s
whiskey in my pocket. That night
the liquor kept me warm. Now
I flitter branch to branch outside your window,
lit with a thousand watts of something
I can taste and feel but cannot see.

I am moth wing in summer sky,
night bird not blinded or butchered
by your unkept, sleepless dogs.

— Bruce Weigl, from “Anniversary of Myself,” After the Others: Poems. (Triquarterly; 1 edition, May 30, 1999)


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