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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, May 2, 2016.
About this Poem 

“I wanted to write a short poem after having worked on a fourteen-page poem for quite some time. In some way killing or at least wounding love, with the v being the arrowhead, seemed like an appropriate way to move on with my life.”
—Phillip B. Williams

Hunter

            When you were mine though not
mine at all permanently, just a body borrowed
without permission, a body interrupted,
interruptive—

                           the sky opened like a secret in a mouth

mouth with a word in it
   
word with an arrowhead in its flank: Love, small

creature it was

                                     crying in the night beneath me

Copyright © 2016 by Phillip B. Williams. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 2, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2016 by Phillip B. Williams. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 2, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Phillip B. Williams. Photo credit: Beowulf Sheehan.

Phillip B. Williams

Phillip B. Williams is the author of Thief in the Interior (Alice James Books, 2016).

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1.
             In the first place—I wanted him and said so
when I had only meant to say. His eyes
opened beyond open as if such force would unlock me
to the other side where daylight gave reason 
for him to redress. 

                                          When he put on his shirt, 
after I asked him to keep
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