HERE<\/p>\n
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When we wake, we are a morning of despair.
\nWe comb our hair out with crumbs,
\nwe suck sleep from long spoons
\nuntil dizziness takes us back to the dream
\nwe walk through all day. If we head up,
\nwe go down. If we go down, we go
\nall the way down, to basements we didn\u2019t realize
\nand further.\u00a0 We step on stairs made of bodies,
\nan escalator of ruin keeps us moving.
\nIt is so hard to want anything we can use.
\nEverything we want hurts someone.
\nEverything we answer for is the wrong thing
\nand our answers mean nothing. Surely someone
\nwill recognize our innocence, and love us.
\n <\/p>\n
“Here”\u00a0<\/em>is reprinted from There. Here. <\/em>\u00a0<\/a>(Lost Horse Press, 2013)<\/p>\n HERE When we wake, we are a morning of despair. We comb our hair out with crumbs, we suck sleep from long spoons until dizziness takes us back to the dream we walk through all day. If we head … Continue reading
\nStan Sanvel Rubin<\/a> lives in Port Townsend. His fourth full-length collection, There. Here.,<\/em> <\/a>has just been published by Lost Horse Press. His third, Hidden Sequel<\/em> (2006),<\/a> won the Barrow Street Book Prize and was a Small Press Distribution best seller. His poems are forthcoming in National Poetry Review, Cutthroat, The Florida Review, Great River Review\u00a0<\/a><\/em>and elsewhere. He writes essay reviews on poetry for Water-Stone Review<\/em>. He\u2019s the founding director of the Rainier Writing Workshop low residency MFA<\/a> at Pacific Lutheran University.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"