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A poem from George Kalamaras

Today Is Close to Today
by George Kalamaras

In those days everything was more beautiful than everything else.
We lived like souls soiling themselves into bodies.

I once wished my name contained nothing but verbs.
Yes, I was young, but no, I could keep still.

If you poison me shy, my cluttered ease might salmon-spawn a flexible sacrifice.
We defy the full moon like we might the seal skin of a cricket.

You may conduct in my mouth any experiment you wish regarding deep sleep.
I am perfectly content masticating indirect objects into prepositions.

Of. Beyond. For. After. During which.
I seem to always start by ending and close by some opening mouth.

Sure, those days—long ago, now—almost seem like the old days.
Today seems very close to today.

Bio: George Kalamaras, Poet Laureate of Indiana, is the author of seven books of poetry and seven chapbooks, including Kingdom of Throat-Stuck Luck, winner of the Elixir Press Poetry Prize (2011). He is Professor of English at Indiana University-Purdue University Fort Wayne, where he has taught since 1990.