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Classmate
I was at the beach talking with someone else
Betsy Sholl
Cling of the World
What could it mean
Annie Kantar
Close to now
I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest
Zoë Ryder White
Closed Eye Vision of Independence Day
Dazzled drunks are bent over with laughter,
William Olsen
Clothes
Because other things needed buying,
Molly Peacock
Club X
Between the gaping double-doors of Club-X and two leather thugs,
Philip Metres
Clues from the Animal Kingdom
It seems you’re here again, pitching the weight of the bruise you call a body
Christopher Kennedy
Clytemnestra, Unleashed
Lovingly, she poured the scented water into his bath
Alice Friman
Coal Bin
Some witchy and slinky,
John Skoyles
Coattails
When I was eighteen, I wanted to write a screenplay based on my father’s life: from his birth in poverty, how his family gathered around one scant meal a day of potatoes and onions
Henry Israeli
Cockatiel & View From Another Planet
Wild for it to end
Jane Craven
Coda alla Vaccinara | A Dusting
From Keats’s grave, past the Paladiana and Coyote
Ron Smith
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