The Meaning of Joints The night, grapples with the buttons of my garment in the repetition of a battle between the meaning of my fingers and the numbness of the cold. I am not afraid of death My fear is the repetition of death and its multiplication. I have died many times before in theContinue reading “2 poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh. WCLJ poet-in-residence”
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