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William Kistler

strange isn’t it how every day
brings us to a place we’ve never been,
strange isn’t it, my nearly perfect one,
how passionate we once were, almost,
I would say, like bread and cheese which
cannot bear to part and thus go down
the dark throat together. And now it seems
we have nothing other than opposite
ends of the table. O naked, O tragic/ironic
silence, to see us separate as if centuries
had risen like mountains between us.

— William Kistler, from “Poem in the Mind of a Letter,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 48, no. 5, September/October 2019)

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