LUCKY DEVIL
One thing about fire,
even the slightest
tongue will seek
another to burn.
Same as these
hands. Always
beckoning. Lucky
thing, to see
one’s need made
being, limbs a-hum,
lit with the sight
of it, whole red
body waving,
saying come. Come.
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CHARLIE CLARK’s poetry has appeared in Pleiades, Smartish Pace, Threepenny Review, West Branch, and other journals. He studied poetry at the University of Maryland. He lives in Austin, Texas.
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Read more by Charlie Clark:
Poem in The Collagist
Three poem in Kenyon Review
Poem on Verse Daily
Poem in the July 2012 issue of B O D Y