Or how, when last sun,
6 PM, burns off
to a few dust flakes
fluttering above the sink,
a further light will
trick its way inside
the linoleum until
each tile—such is
the raging within
unfinished things—
flickers and swims
in its own negative.
Source: Poetry (December 2009).
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This poem originally appeared in the December 2009 issue of Poetry magazine
Nate Klug was born in Minnesota, grew up in Wellesley, Massachusetts, and earned a BA in English at the University of Chicago. In 2010 he was awarded a Ruth Lilly Fellowship by the Poetry Foundation.
Klug is a Master of Divinity student at Yale Divinity School and a candidate for ordained ministry in the United Church of Christ. His poems and reviews have appeared in the Christian Century, Literary Imagination, Poetry, the Yale . . .
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