Poetry: Michael Blumenthal

For my Sam A Mar­riage You are hold­ing up a ceil­ing with both arms. It is very heavy, but you must hold it up, or else it will fall down on you. Your arms are tired, ter­ri­bly tired, and, as the day goes on, it feels as if either your arms or the ceil­ing will soon col­lapse. But then, unex­pect­ed­ly, something […]

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