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  • The American Poetry Review

    THREE POEMS

    Mar 01, 2022 3 minutes
    Erica lewis

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    i look like someonehealing from an accidentbecause i am someonehealing from an accidentthe book of actsscales falling from saul’s eyesremembering my capacityfor stillnesshow long can i sitwithout looking awaythe fear of god escapingi desperately need my enemiesthings stay with you for a reasonwarmer airover cooler waterhonestly, just call or emailif you have anywhatever you hear about meplease believe iti’m sitting herelooking at ellsworth kelly paintingsand reading aboutsaul on the road to damascusi always feel inspiredin some waywhen i’m looking at arti remember seeing duchampat the philly museumand i was like, “this is it?”seeing things up closereally puts them in perspectivea toilet bowl and broken glassthe glass organsdigressionsi believed in weightas the right measurepeople fainted and screamedwhen they sawnude descending a staircasemy heart has been burningfor so many summers nowto reckon with historyand interiorityi always end up like thisleap the fence to feelingyou love all the wrong peopleto stay alive

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