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Apology as Salvo
I’m sorry, but I meant it
at the time, she says, &
I hear drums in the cluck of her tongue,
smell cordite off rat-tatting teeth.
No armistice for us.
If there’s a god or patron saint
of last night’s arguments,
let him bow his head & weep
as he blesses the muddy battlefield
in preparation for a new beginning.
Ace Boggess is author of six books of poetry, most recently Escape Envy. His writing has appeared in Michigan Quarterly Review, Notre Dame Review, Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, and other journals. An ex-con, he lives in Charleston, West Virginia, where he writes and tries to stay out of trouble.
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