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Country of Other Arrangements and Spinach Salad
I used to be neatly folded, sound
Angela Ball
Head of a Woman with the Horns of a Ram
I used to curse the sidewalk ice
Katie Hartsock
Proof of Poetry
I wanted first to end up as a drunk in the gutter
Tom Sleigh
The Child and I
I wanted to go fishing one day,
Martinus Nijhoff
Classmate
I was at the beach talking with someone else
Betsy Sholl
Oj Golube, Moj Golube
I was born to pigeons cooing.
Milica Mijatović
Portrait of My Father as a Snake
I was dead. The hospital around me
Tom Sleigh
Without You
I was doing just fine, a job, a home,
Timothy Liu
Sestina for an Idiom
I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended
Sadaf Halai
Three Poems
I was four or five, bored by the dull terrain
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
The Definition of Postmodernism & If
I was in David Lehman’s Modern Poetry class when I first heard the term “postmodernism.”
Nin Andrews
A Brief Portfolio
I was in sixth grade when I twirled Stephanie Comb’s
Nin Andrews
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