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Dennis’s gazelle is a procession of elegies, one after another, as the title professes a litany of longing. There is so much the poet now longs for while mourning—a reclamation of what is lost but which sadly cannot be retrieved. As said by the poet Carl Terver, “to exist is to constantly chip away parts of ourselves that can never be regained.” Dennis asks, “how do i heal, how do i exorcise your name / from everything around me?” He writes: “i’m staring at your photograph for hours / praying your memory finally decomposes / but prayer is a lunatic’s weapon.” It is his mediation of grief through language that is most appealing, and whose appreciation we are left with after reading his poetry.
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