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Michigan
Craig Cotter

We weren’t allowed outside until the dew dried.

I tried to explain if we played until the grass dried
wet grass would never make it into the house.

Unfortunately, at age 8, I could not make this argument clearly.

—for Davin Malasarn

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Craig Cotter was born in 1960 in New York and has lived in California since 1986. His poems have appeared in California Quarterly, Chiron Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Court Green, The Gay & Lesbian Review, Great Lakes Review, Hawai’i Review, and Tampa Review. His fourth book of poems is After Lunch with Frank O’Hara.

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