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Hell’s Gate

Curtis Jensen

Sands fill a nose and then an ear—

A skinbag of sleep tossed from a railcar
By its ankles, by its slippery hands

To a barricade at Hell’s Gate built
To hold the sleep flood back

A few grains longer, a few moments spilt;
The difference between

Either gorge edge, either gate post
Either paddle wheel, either Flood Rock’s

Detonation or an anarchist riot-
300,000 from Patterson

Blowing into ears, into teeth—

A showerhead in a brick desert.

Curtis Jensen is an MFA candidate in the Creative Writing Program at Brooklyn College. He is the author of 5 chapbooks, and he curates the Prospect literary series. He maintains a blog at theendofwaste.blogspot.com.

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