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Dear Jim,

Matthew Langley

I ruined my good heart
perhaps wide
awake at last. Woman breathes, man stands upright.
When you’re drunk, one’s as good as the other—
we move this monstrosity so
the fragile tundra is protected; the straw
goes prickly, gives a lurch
as simple as a musical phrase.

Matthew Langley

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