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Rob Schlegel

is pointless, my son says. If you write that downI'll kill you. I fear he fearsthe attention I give it. I used to drivetill he fell asleep. Ten minutes, then silencethe river knit with ice. In tonight's moviea boat swerves against bullets.He sings the movie's theme. I kill you,you kill me. Plot against allthat is good. Good for whom?I know every word that rhymeswith my assailant's first name. It's difficultto achieve real-world fearin a movie. My son crawls into bed.There's nothing I need more than you, I say.Not true, he says. The rudder turnsin my throat. Every sleep he needs me less.

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Rob Schlegel’s fourth collection, Childcare, will be published by Four Way Books in 2023. His recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Nation, Poetry, and The Yale Review. With the poets Rawaan Alkhatib and Daniel Poppick he co-edits The Catenary Press.

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July/August 2021

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