The Paris Review

Shane McCrae

FROM LIFE

I came from life from living I arrivedNowhere in the midst of God in the midst of GodGod is a city in which no one has ever livedWe live in houses like the houses we once hadSome in their first some in their lastI live in the house I lived in with my wifeThe first year we were married a small whiteHouse at the edge of campus it’s as ifWe never graduated never leftExcept she isn’t here and none of ourFriends but the friends who died so long agoThey aren’t our friends anymoreI do what old friends doAnd love them anyway we eat together at the Waf-fle House on Saturdays and wait all week to dieHow many weeks now I don’t know

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The Plimpton Circle is a remarkable group of individuals and organizations whose annual contributions of $2,500 or more help advance the work of The Paris Review Foundation. The Foundation gratefully acknowledges: 1919 Investment Counsel • Gale Arnol

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