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The Gloss Abrades


   


1.


A portent likes a crumb, a crumb a slice, all glass is slow.
I’d argue. 
There’s not a thing can’t be seen thru. 


2.

Grit into mist.


3.

Being not seeing inside, seeing that one’s inside, and not
Just looking out,
Airlessness,
A goad’s impermissiveness. 
A would reconstituted.

Wood falls soft, fluffy, from the lathe—
A law of escape: A change of state. 
The real air is
Untouchable inside a thing.


Logan Fry is the author of Harpo Before the Opus (Omnidawn, 2019), and of recent poetry in Lana Turner, Fence, Prelude, Shitwonder, and The New York Review of Books.