“Debt,” by Daniel Poppick
The New Yorker · 20 Sep 2026

“Debt,” by Daniel Poppick

What debt is this whose currency is sleep? What clued me in To your delay? What’s the content of a leaf? Who’s fool enough To commune in them? What choice poisons Commingle with chlorophyll To chase us to the other end Of decay? To what address can we send the flowers Or in lieu of flowers What fund


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