Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Poems by Corey Mesler   First Draft The poem is sluggish. It turns over in its sleep. I touch it gently with my one good arm. We have an agreement. I don’t push the river. The poem never gives me more than it believes I can take.   Next Poem
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