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By Eliza Griswold

You have a beautiful mouth,

Luigi, the man-boy says.

The rubber raft

has floated far

from shore.

The choice

is this:

medusa sea,

a boil

of jellied lashes,

face

the kiss.

Source: Poetry (February 2013)

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Eliza Griswold is a poet and reporter whose work has appeared in the New Yorker, the Atlantic, the New York Times Magazine, Harper's, and the New Republic. Her books include the poetry collection Wideawake Field (2007) and the non-fiction title The Tenth Parallel (2010), which...

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