I was shopping around In the storehouse Of lovers, looking for Not an icon Exactly, no one To kneel down to Praise, no one To do my dirty work The work of Stripping down to Take a look, a good look At what we call Aftermath--having loved, Having been scarred and seared fingers used for touch, I'm not looking For one fresh Out of the box.
IRA SADOFF'S new collection of poems, True Faith, will be published by BOA Editions early next year. He teaches in the Drew MFA program and at Colby College.
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|Title Annotation:||nine poems from Maybe|
|Publication:||The American Poetry Review|
|Date:||Sep 1, 2011|
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