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Adam Cornford's Writings

Poem
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Feb.16.2011
Best American Poetry Blog
for David Lehman Poisoned with “luminous toxin.” Slow-acting, so I wouldn’t know, not at first. Now it’s too late. The toxin’s all through my nerves and arteries already, lighting me up inside like a neon medusa. I’ve got days and nights left to live. To find the answers. Who fed me the dose? And why? Who will have killed me?  Was it “A,” the accountant, the...