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The sky
isn’t
butcher knife
bloody red
today,
doesn’t look
like a tender wound               
that’s been a-lifetime
a-festering.

We look
older
than we feel
and
younger
than we are.



Today,
it’s a gift,

the same way
you’re forever  
a child
in every antique store.


The vase is glass,
the china crystal,
the butter

silks and sweats
right off
of your hands.





jeff alessandrelli is the author of the little book Erik Satie Watusies His Way Into Sound (Ravenna Press, 2011) and the chapbook Don’t Let Me Forget To Feed the Sharks (Poor Claudia, 2012). He currently lives in Lincoln, NE, where he co-curates The Clean Part Reading Series. Recent poetry by him appears or will appear in Gulf Coast, Salt Hill, Redivider, and Boston Review. His dog's name is Beckett Long Snout.



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photo credit: Sandra Neumann