Piano
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Shot outside Sharlene's bar in Brooklyn. This poem comes at the very end of a long sequence I wrote called "Fixer." My dad died in 2018 and the sequence digs into what happened after: going back to my hometown, linking up with my brothers, sorting through his stuff. Deciding who he would be to us now, and who we'd be to each other. This one is in my mom's voice. She gets the last word.
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Edgar Kunz is the author of two poetry collections: Fixer (Ecco, 2023), a NYT Editor's Choice book, and Tap Out (Ecco, 2019). Recent work appears in New Yorker, Atlantic, Poetry, and American Poetry Review. He lives in Baltimore. Insta: @lockthecashbox twit: @edgarjameskunz face: /edgarkunz