Everything that reaches does so
both inward and out. I can’t reach you
without going in up to the shoulder
of what I am, without pressing my face
to something crying out
to be both wild and asleep.
Anton Frost has appeared in Verdad, Parcel, The Bacon Review, and elsewhere. He lives in Michigan.
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