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She came to see him in the safehouse
to interface
without biography or autobiography.
I am, she told him, the only one here
...

Come see the woodpile behind the cannery.
Come through the wall
to where the wood was chopped
and the difficult wood was hewed.
There is a short history of commotion here,
...

1981,
&  for three days in Nebraska
penny loafers are the talk, the thirties sensation
all over again in one-light towns.
...

Here we are
in our doughboys and camos, our doughty frocks
with drips of bitter on the sleeve, our passions revving
their pulp to pittance at a gas station
in the city that never peeps—
...

Twelve dollars sixty cents,
& the fact that there is no blood no storm
can't wash into dirt, that the time for these words
...

Seth Abramson Biography

Seth Abramson is the author of The Suburban Ecstasies (Ghost Road Press, 2009). In 2008 he was awarded the J. Howard and Barbara M.J. Wood Prize by Poetry. A former public defender, he currently attends the Iowa Writers' Workshop.)

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Captains in Captivity

She came to see him in the safehouse
to interface
without biography or autobiography.
I am, she told him, the only one here
who cares whether you continue
to live. I care,
he said, but it was formulaic.
His propensity, not a precondition.
The ground beneath his feet
smelled of everything

other men's feet
had ever ground into it. It was blank
for all horrors, all aftermaths. A fly
dazzled in a sunbeam
through the windowpane. Like water,
he seemed to say,
& she agreed with him.
I would like water, he repeated. She

pretended not to hear him,
because that was the sort of slippage
that could save him
& suddenly she was not against it.
He could continue to live
if he could continue to mean himself
or anything
as poorly as he had just then.

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