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Stephen Sandy
Published: Tue Apr 15 2003
Art: Paul TheriaultEver New (detail), 2022, acrylic and found paper on scavenged wood
Fucked

There would be an end to it. The road a slick
dissolving in windy snow, unreeling over

the nothingfields of Minnesota. Easy
to whack a person on because—tonight

where could he hide, after the car one-eightied
in a drift, prisms of snow going red? And he

a sweet guy after all, mouthing snow
like hope, pleading, just because he had

witnessed wrongful death. Well, isn’t any
death wrongful in this world of buds?

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Stephen Sandy has published numerous books of poetry, including _The Thread: New _and Selected Poems (1998), Black Box (1999), Surface Impressions: A Poem in Eight Parts (2002), and Weathers Permitting (2005). A new collection, Overlook, will be published by Louisiana State University Press in 2010. He has been a Lannan Senior Fellow at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown and held a Rockefeller Foundation residency at its Bellagio Center. (updated 9/2009)

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