The American Poetry Review

TWO POEMS

Decades

In late March 1997, thirty-nine members of the Heaven’s Gate religious
cult took their own lives. They were all wearing identical black Nike
Decades sneakers.

Waiting for the comet, I washmy feet in black and whiteand cotton. I tie the laces in a knot.I drag a cloth across the sidesand dip the soles

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