Thomas Mixon

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There was nothing. On the walk
I unfolded both my arms, but
not a single leaf would touch
my greedy floating ribs. I knew
I carried needs they were against.
I carried needs. They were against
my greedy floating ribs I knew
not a single leaf would touch.
I unfolded both my arms, but
there was nothing on the walk.

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Thomas Mixon has poems in miniskirt magazine, Rattle, Radon Journal, and elsewhere. He’s a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee.