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I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest
Zoë Ryder White
The First Communion and Forty-Two
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
ASH
I shall go back
Kwame Dawes
Tenderly
I see how you climb!
Sandra McPherson
Georges de la Tour! Georges de la Tour! | Metka | The Cross
I see how you climb!
Tomaž Šalamun
Fat
I saw that I was fat and walked and walked toward a desert only to find a case of (not light) beer.
Carrie Etter
Fox and Piñata
I saw my first movie
Andrea Cohen
Echo (and Narcissus)
I saw it in midcentury
Christina Pugh
AT THE SLEEP CLINIC
I sat in the parking lot of the sleep clinic
Chard deNiord
Three Poems
I sat in the late day sun
Jessica Greenbaum
Oak | Installation
I sat at it, a good table—one of a number
Dore Kiesselbach
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