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Stirhouse.

 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
Author:Sadoff, Ira
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Sep 1, 2011
Words:130
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