Short poem by Larry Levis

I saw a documentary on Larry Levis, A Late Style of Fire,  two years ago that made me like him less. Nonetheless, this is a pretty killer little poem.

Wound

I’ve loved you
like a man loves an old wound
picked up in a razor fight

on a street nobody remembers.
Look at him:
even in the dark he touches it gently.

Larry Levis

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