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Wang Wei (excerpt)

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You know

how we are going

to disappear

into the dirt forever

Or burn

into the sky

into oceans

Well, I love this about us

and I want to be able to do it

all by myself

It won’t be scary

or cold

Not like what they told us at all

If there are spiders

and there will be

spiders

they will not kill us

in our

New Cities

from The End of the WestFind it in the library

Copyright © 2009 Michael Dickman
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on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Michael Dickman Poems

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