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MEREDITH CLARK

to the window

after Melanie Noel

Window, I said, I can see you in my mind as well as ever. And I believe this glass was already in me, and the light was going back to the place it began; the light was always a function of the mythmaking. I was just trying to get to you. And you said you were already there and would I be there around five, with the sun? Of course I will, of course I want to know how you’re going to do that again— that thickening thing, I said, the thing where you let the world take over for a moment. As glass—you know. You know what I mean when I say yes to the same thing, to the same thing over and over again, so deep down the hill of it runs out and we are stuck at the bottom of the world, of course, with our hands of light, our hands of light like a good day gone and yes. I’ll let you do it again.

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48.1 - Winter 2019  

Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for phoebe's Winter 2019 issue.

48.1 - Winter 2019  

Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for phoebe's Winter 2019 issue.

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