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Jeremy Radin


I am going to die alone, surrounded by beautiful women. 

I am being very specific when I say beautiful, I mean 

a casting of the eye elsewhere, is that what I mean? Sure. 

Beautiful women, beautiful, let’s forget me with each other.

One slept with me in order to “research a role.”

One sucked upon my earlobe on the tram back 

to the Eeyore section of the Disneyland parking lot.

It is patriotic to hurt each other & I am through 

with patriotism. From now on, only time

is to be shattered by the promises breaking 

all over it. I was promised a girl & a garden. 

I waited. I became something else. You should 

have seen me. I was so beautiful. I was so

fucking beautiful no one saw.

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Jeremy Radin is a poet, actor, playwright, teacher, and extremely amateur gardener. His poems have appeared (or are forthcoming) in Ploughshares, The Colorado Review, Crazyhorse, Gulf Coast, The Journal, and elsewhere. He is the author of two collections of poetry: Slow Dance with Sasquatch (Write Bloody Publishing, 2012) and Dear Sal (not a cult press, 2017). He was born and lives in Los Angeles where he earned his MFA in Eating Large Sandwiches at Brent’s Delicatessen. Follow him @germyradin

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