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Tuesday, June 17, 2014


Something always
refuses. This is

the solitary hour.
Something makes 

a cloth of the moon
and wears its shroud.

And someone carries
the memory of a lover

in the broken-back
cold. And if always

we imagine experience
as the brutal chord,

we sit before
this window and study

the forensics of the sky.
I was born, we say.

As we retain
hidden in our mouths

one small piece
of God’s tongue


  • Doug Ramspeck is the director of the Writing Center at The Ohio State University at Lima. His most recent collection of poems, Original Bodies, was awarded the Michael Waters Poetry Prize and is forthcoming from Southern Indiana Review Press.