What would pick through our shadows would tear them, too, were we to give it time enough and reason. We will, it will—the rest won't be history. How would you like to go for a walk with me?
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That the deepest wound is the least unique
surprises nobody but the living.
Secretly, and with what feels like good reason,
we’re the pain the people we love
put the people they no longer love in.
Graham Foust is the author of several collections of poetry, including Time Down to Mind (Flood Editions, 2015); To Anacreon In Heaven (Flood Editions, 2013); A Mouth in California (Flood Editions, 2009); and Necessary Stranger (Flood Editions, 2007).