Saturday, September 3, 2011

Robert Gurney / Spitting Blood

Raymond Carver by Rob Stolzer

By Robert Gurney
for Raymond Carver

I spat blood
in the night
and found myself waiting
for an X-ray
reading Carver’s poem
about his daughter’s dog
that got run over
and how he wrote a poem for her
and then wrote a poem
and then how he enjoyed
writing a poem
about writing that poem.

Then I read about his dad,
how he died,
and I thought about my dad,
how he died,
and I wept.

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