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Coyote Poem Michael Wasson You forgot about Coyote twisting his tongue into two other languages: Battered, another battering, a cut smile searched in the field. He drew ghosts of you, patted your back: Go and die. The fire eats for water: trickling suicide. He knelt down and split mines, knife held down, searching the earth we stuffed into mudholes we found praying for sun. He dragged your bodies over songs you sang under your breath. At one point, maybe punishing sound with loss, with howling whispered into rising rice. Don’t come back, he tricked, placing stars toward the sea. Weren’t you lost, nibbling on bullets? Racing through your head, language sputters on the shrinking map of earth.

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Fall 2013 - The Stonecoast MFA program presents the Stonecoast Review inaugural issue. A literary magazine publishing works of poetry, liter...

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Fall 2013 - The Stonecoast MFA program presents the Stonecoast Review inaugural issue. A literary magazine publishing works of poetry, liter...

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