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LEVIN AT NIGHT

Kathryn Robenhymer

Returned, resigned but fortified to find
impediments I bear, bear not on soil
or livestock, I continue toiling

But late and when alone
my mind teeters
between lucidity and dark
winter has not known
the cold which inflicts
me in the quiet
how many times I had imagined
you turning over in our bed
to lay your hand delicately
on my chest and in your slumber
hold dear to the linen between
our skin
your face, the face I see
a thousand times which seems
to have known me through
the thousand moments that
make a man in rotation
on the ceiling
above me
or in my mind’s eye
like a child’s mobile
for the child we will never have
in this house that will never be
your home, I’m most aware
you have given yourself to another

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