fitzpatrick Corrine Fitzpatrick

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Two Poems


Corrine Fitzpatrick

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old men know when old

men die so listen to the shuffle

of the stroke survivors



between ones nuclear deviations bend an ear to war



is the constant hum an equitable atmosphere

we neglect



three times as many

or much personal narratives all

piqued on common



human suffering

and tiny

musculature resilience



just another slight history in the overlapping cysts



buckles

of pedestrian melodramatics





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admire yourself

your posture with



expression so privy to adventure

wet rank din of day



sour as a rhetor

sass, so sass, alright



all we innocents

belly chortle

the neighbor’s child sighs



approach newness such

as accidental fear

stumble

              shirk



all our claws

are damp



the ride, the ride is hellish