Spring 2014 • Vol. XXXVI No. 2 Poetry |

Turned Figure

All the bead, all the bore to send it down, you haven't lived dispassionately, only touched on, the living commune sewage rut, in distributed acts and executions, I didn't know you, friend vestibular, strutted through the mist material, brave simplex, the whole job shifts in the willows' plaids, pounced against the soot- instructed background wall, the "grotto" of the "heart" the tumbled heart.

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Emily Wilson is the author of two poetry collections, The Keep (2001) and Micrographia (2009), both from University of Iowa Press. She lives with her husband and two sons in Iowa City.

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