Jan/Feb 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 1 Poetry |

Aporia

Not little by little, as concerto strings or doctrines like to disappear, leaving time to think. No—skin pulled taut around jaw and fierce cheek, seen from the side in the sea of the bed: none now that was her is there.

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Nate Klug is the author of Rude Woods, a modern translation of Virgil’s Eclogues (Song Cave, 2013), and Anyone, a book of poems (University of Chicago Press, 2015). He works as a UCC-Congregationalist minister and has served churches in Connecticut and Iowa.

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