We loose little pieces as we move
or cut them away from our person
to writhe around in the dust.
We know they are there
without ever seeing them
we feel them as they were
the heart beat against the breast plate
the pulse of the neck on the forefinger
the pull of deep breath against the throat.
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About Stephen Rosenshein
My name is Stephen Rosenshein. I was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. As an undergrad, I accidentally majored in Psychology at GWU. After graduating and realizing my embarrassing mistake, I ran away to South America for nearly 3 years where I taught English, translated and copy edited for Business News Americas and backpacked around South America for 8 months. I returned in August 2009 to pursue my MFA in Creative Writing at San Francisco State University.
