@ the NY Times: a contemporary ghazal

 

Patricia Smith – And He Stays Dead

 

You can convince your young body to slide on the cloak of savage —bare your teeth towards the clock and pretend you don’t feel the hollow.

Or you can slap your own face, winding back time, beating yourselfwitless until years blur and you convince yourself it isn’t real. The hollow

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