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This poem is taken from PN Review 277, Volume 50 Number 5, May - June 2024.

Nothingness Stanley Moss
When I see a video of someone named
Stanley David Moss, I ask,
‘Is this a snapshot of anyone I know?’
If God is, He knows exactly who He is.
I am, but I don’t know who I am.
When you get older, your face’s skin,
the skin around your body changes,
shrinks, but not your nose and ears.

What is it like to be 98?
When I read the small type of The New York Times,

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