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Happy Hour
I wasn’t supposed to touch the two glazed ceramic turtles
Tara Skurtu
Three Stages of Friendship and Grief
I was wondering if your eyelashes had fallen out
Elizabeth Jacobson
I was trying to weigh darkness
I was trying to weigh darkness how much does darkness weigh
Martha Silano
Charade
I was thinking of the sad
Adam Scheffler
Home Life
I was sitting still in an armchair
Billy Collins
The Remaining Breast
I was showing my sister something about my breasts.
Alicia Ostriker
My Girl
I was shopping for a castle.
Arthur Vogelsang
A Brief Portfolio
I was in sixth grade when I twirled Stephanie Comb’s
Nin Andrews
The Definition of Postmodernism & If
I was in David Lehman’s Modern Poetry class when I first heard the term “postmodernism.”
Nin Andrews
Three Poems
I was four or five, bored by the dull terrain
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Without You
I was doing just fine, a job, a home,
Timothy Liu
Portrait of My Father as a Snake
I was dead. The hospital around me
Tom Sleigh
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