Mark Wunderlich Poems

The night I woke to find the sheets wet from you,
like a man cast up on the beach,
I hurried you off to the shower to cool you down,
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A story: There was a cow in the road, struck by a semi--
half-moon of carcass and jutting legs, eyes
already milky with dust and snow, rolled upward
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My privilege and my proof, pressing your eternal skin to mine—
I feel your fingers touching down on the crown of my head

where I pray they remain during this life and in the next.
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In the town of my childhood, little of note ever happened
so when the albino deer was found drowned in the slough
having been driven onto the punky ice by dogs,
the game warden brought the dead beast to the school.
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