issue 32 > poetry > levin

As I was swimming in a pond
a man came up and took my hand.
I feared that he would pull me down—
his kiss was wet, his breath was strong.
I dragged him with me to the shore.
He let me live a few days more.
What did I on that little land?
I wrote my name upon the sand.






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