"We"
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How sleek she was, though;
how scrufty, how
anciently scabby
we, he and I;
how worn, how
self-devoured,
balls and all,
balls, balls and all.
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C.K. Williams's Flesh and Blood won the National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry in 1987. His latest book, Selected Poems, was published in 1994.
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