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Richard Siken

Sometimes the man felt like
the bird and sometimes the man felt like a stone—solid,
inevitable—but mostly he felt like a bird, or that there was
a bird inside him, or that something inside him was like a
bird fluttering.

— Richard Siken, from “The Language of the Birds,” War of the Foxes (Copper Canyon Press, 2015)

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