If that thou hast the gift of strength, then know
Thy part is to uplift the trodden low;
Else in a giant's grasp until the end
A hopeless wrestler shall thy soul contend.
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I didn't think about whether I was writing poems. I was thinking. And the more I was thinking, the more there was I didn't understand
by Nicole CallihanEast of the mouth
A supermarket light
The dream
I push you in a cart
And we scream
Children
Our middle-aged bodies
Liven in the dusk
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The violence of violets
West of the navel
Down ...