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      September 30, 2014The Space BetweenJill Jupen

      This entire day
      I have felt
      just a few seconds
      separated from myself.
      Stepping outside
      I close the door upon my foot.
      The glass on the table
      is moments away
      from the water I pour.
      I speak words
      that sound foreign
      even to me;
      said too early,
      or perhaps too late.
      The tenderness
      I thought I felt
      is gone
      before my hand
      ever reaches your arm.

      from #43 - Spring 2014

      Jill Jupen

      “I have been writing poems since I was five. I met the poet Hayden Carruth when I was eighteen and he said, ‘Write.’ He stuck with me until the day he died, reading everything I sent him. Sometimes he would send my work out and it would be published. I’ve decided he would want me to keep sending it out.”

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