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A new poem of mine just went up on Night Train. I appreciate that my husband let me send this one out...

Old stuff I'm just discovering ('cuz I'm a little behind!): the poetry of Denis Johnson. Check this out from Incognito Lounge:

Surreptitious Kissing
I want to say that
forgiveness keeps on

dividing, that hope
gives issue to hope,

and more, but of course I
am saying what is

said when in this dark
hallway one encounters

you, and paws and
assaults you--love

affairs, fast lies--and you
say is back and we

blunder deeper, as would
any pair of loosed

marionettes, any couple
of cadavers cut lately

from the scaffold,
in the secluded hallways

of whatever is
holding us up now.