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Signs of life

Big black dog walks   along beach. The night
                               is also a dark thing.                 Ocean glittering

like it’s supposed to.   & the streetlights.
               Light has always                     been a sign of life.
We are obsessed with stars

because they prove we’re not alone.               Tiny cities.

Sometimes, I can’t tell                        whether or not I am dead.
              Now is one of those times. I wait

to see bodies, & when I do, they’re moving.
                                                  That is how I know.    Sometimes

I bruise myself so that I can look
                                                                more like a god.
                 At night, you can see his skin
                                                 if you look up.             This is what I decided.


by Talin Tahajian

Talin Tahajian grew up near Boston. Her poetry has appeared in Salt Hill Journal, Indiana Review, Kenyon Review Online, Best New Poets 2014, Columbia Poetry Review, DIAGRAM, Washington Square Review, and on Verse Daily. She serves as a poetry editor for The Adroit Journal, and recently co-edited Poets on Growth (Math Paper Press, 2015). She is currently an undergraduate student at the University of Cambridge, where she studies English literature and attempts to assimilate.

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