Summer 2002 • Vol. XXIV No. 3/4 Poetry |

why is the edge always windy?

at Phromthep Cape, the edge of the world, my dress unloosened—                                    wind ripped along the coast             drove along until it lifted                          & we drove on jeep                                                        around the roar's extremities                 ( 

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