This poem appears in the Winter–Fall 2012 issue of Modern Age. To subscribe now, go here. The shrink-wrapped package promises a sheet Of blank days primed to hold our plans and dreams. We’ve bought the year, designed for us, it seems; The sales clerk even tenders a receipt. The months must march (on … Continue reading Purchase
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