Self/No Self
Spring 1995 Vol. 11 #2
Spring 1995 Vol. 11 #2
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We never did finish our conversation
about God. But I don’t think
anything was missing.
I remember reading Walt Whitman
to you in the hospital. You,
stoned out on medication. Your wife said
she had never seen one man read poetry
to another before.
You told me you loved me.
I didn’t think you’d die.
We didn’t finish our conversation about God,
the one we’re having
right now.
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