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Stevie Edwards

If I string the night between two fence posts,
one side heaven and one side hell,
if I stand in the middle of the field
with a bottle of wine, human
and raging, my friends will still hang
from the line like the earth’s dirty laundry,
my feet just sinking in the mud
that is not a grave, not tonight.

— Stevie Edwards, from “Humanly,” Humanly. (Small Doggies Press, March 17, 2015)

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