Precipice

Owen Bullock

Precipice

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Abstract

Alone at the edge. What alone, what precipice. The ground beneath a slab, stair jutting out, space to breathe, fears to form, two hundred, three hundred feet, is it—fifteen enough to kill. The family back away, wander off. Confront silence. With their mother and visitors, safe, young legs sure (except that one moment on
the pancakes).

Original language	English
Type	Poem
Publisher	University of Utah
Number of pages	1
Place of Publication	United States
Volume	72.1
Publication status	Published - 1 Mar 2018

Publication series

Name	Western Humanities Review
Publisher	University of Utah
No.	1
Volume	72
ISSN (Print)	0043-3845

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