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The day feet disappearuntil the body until the bodywhat matters is only matter.

Though someone weeps somewhere    & snow for days muffleswhat could not be heard anyway.

Distance has always been a silencer  & if that is the word you choose,you cannot be found

until the body weeps somewhereand matters, is matter. [End Page 65]

EA Ramey

EA Ramey is co-poetry editor for DIAGRAM and has poems recently appearing in or forthcoming from Fence, Zone 3, inter|rupture, Phoebe, and elsewhere.



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