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Zach Savich
Lightning-torn bark lured on the lower limbs, a sym-
bol of how a bole bares itself in time. I've tried

to wear my sheddings so gracefully
that finches will not flush at the foul capillary sheen my

systolic nerve acts out its barn-raisings slash burnings by.
Have a heart. Mine murmurs yes and no and yet now.

Copyright © 2011 by Zach Savich. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2011 by Zach Savich. Used with permission of the author.

Zach Savich