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Pomade
It has been so long since anyone has touched it
David Keplinger
My Raincoat Opens Doors for Me
It holds a door open above my head.
Andrea Cohen
Insomnia
It is a stain that feeds on moons
Ana Minga
The Birthdays of the Dead
It is an affront in their land
Charles O. Hartman
Halloween
It is as quiet as the death of the dead no one knows
Hugo Claus
THE OMEN IN WOMEN
It is only playing Words With Friend
Denise Duhamel
Possibility of Erasure | There Are Corpses Buried in Them
It is snowing this morning.
Okla Elliott
I’m a Witch!
It is standard for women
Christopher Crawford
Bah!
It is well-past old hat and hurt
Stephen Todd Booker
The Garden
It just came at you. You were in it almost
Brian Swann
Glare
It just goes so fast,
Rae Armantrout
KINDNESS DETECTOR | TRUTH IN ADVERTISING |
It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which,
Charles Harper Webb

Pomade