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But here in the city there are signs and crowds in the street
Ralph Angel
The Albino Squirrel
Bury it, I said. In the field. No,
Clare Rossini
Bunch of Asparagus and Asparagus
Bundle on a wet bed
Daniel Bosch
Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
Chronoscope 241: Briefly
Briefly: the glare sun below the clouds
John Walser
Essay: Domestic
Brassiere
Chelsea Wagenaar
The List
Branches shiver as if a wand
John Skoyles
Vita Nova
Born on the outskirts of the Romanian kingdom
Katia Kapovich
Gifts | The List
Books, your books, and blocks
Robin Behn
At the End of the Alphabet
Books bloated and fanned
Lee Upton
Hyphen
Blue-black on my inked page,
Joan Larkin
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