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Erik Tschekunow, released from prison and repentant, is still searching for the right way to say he’s sorry. His writing has appeared in Poetry, Rattle, and The Freshwater Review. He lives in Minnesota.
They say you eventually get desperate / enough to call a stranger, someone / who’s added her number to a database / for the incarcerated, someone who’s / even more alone than you.
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