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Derealization
I left my body in Barnes & Noble
Julie Heming
After the Paris Bombings
I lent my Daily Missal, which had been published before they dropped the Latin, to Robin. Though she had been
Steve Bradbury
The Summer House
I let the envelope fall to the floor unopened,
Lawrence Raab
Busy bees | Torture
I like being around people who believe
Bob Hicok
Light and Dark
I like that the word light is powerful and yet so gentle, like a good man.
John Poch
Family Once Removed and Who Cooks for You?
I like to be alone
Judy Katz
The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
The All-Overs, This is Where God Stays When He’s in Town and Mr. Jackson’s Killer
I like words like gallimaufry, tawdry, billingsgate—braggadocio! Rodomontade.
David Kirby
BIRD
I lived between the hemisphere of songbirds and the hemisphere
Bruce Smith
YAWP
I long to move closer
Robert Nazarene
Geology Lessons
I look back through the window of a Greyhound Bus
Susan Rich
Testimony of an Armless Man
I lost my arms in a farming accident, but later found I’d grown phantom limbs. There were many things I
Dara Elerath
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