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Mary Szybist

At what point is something gone completely?
The last of the sunlight is disappearing
even as it swells—

Just for this evening, won’t you put me before you
until I’m far enough away you can
believe in me?

— Mary Szybist, from “The Troubadours, Etc.,” Incarnadine: Poems  (Graywolf Press, 2013)

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