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More Tenderly over Some of Us Than Others

That we came to, once, in a bed of fox ferns. That we died singing.

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Otherwise, what’s the point of it been, this body neither antlered nor hooved?

from Poetry Northwest 11.1 Summer & Fall 2016More by Carl Phillips from the library

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