The way people get killed by the Mob
It is the late night pick-up
It is my head lying across your torso
It is the beautiful and accidental shape we make
It is never being discovered.
The handcuffed starlet
The social critic gesticulating
The glassy-eyed cyclist-turned-
The swing vote in the jury box
Mike White is originally from Montreal and now makes his home in Salt Lake City. He is a recent graduate of the doctoral program in Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Utah, and a former editor of Quarterly West. His poems have been published in journals including The New Republic, The Threepenny Review, The Iowa Review, The Antioch Review, Poetry, AGNI, and Verse.
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