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Fall/Winter 2017

Ra Washington


there is something perverse about this room
how it smells of nothing, a faint absence
as if the lived in was just a current despair.
the Russian Novel for fools who do not listen.
to their Mothers, let alone in themselves.
Drunks impressing the reader to bleed just right
without perspective, regret the odd nook
of a secret, a wish, a fondle, we miss.
the All in our mouths
sorrow, the shirt she left the one night.


so leaving has become the only lexicon.


and if I fail you toward this end, so wrought against All?
                                                                logic, my only keepsake.
                                                                passive, the way you leave.
never to say why - I shut off against your needs.
the faint of you, this room.
the faint of you, this room.


RA Washington is an El Paso native who moved to Cleveland in 1989, where has hosted poetry readings at the Cleveland Museum of Art, playe in an experimental rock band, published books, run the grass-roots hip-hop label, Cleveland Tapes, and run The Guide to Kulchur, a text, art and news storelocated on Cleveland's West Side



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