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Club X
Between the gaping double-doors of Club-X and two leather thugs,
Philip Metres
Clothes
Because other things needed buying,
Molly Peacock
Closed Eye Vision of Independence Day
Dazzled drunks are bent over with laughter,
William Olsen
Close to now
I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest
Zoë Ryder White
Cling of the World
What could it mean
Annie Kantar
Classmate
I was at the beach talking with someone else
Betsy Sholl
City That Cultivated Our Voice
Back then, everything was only starting,
Serhiy Zhadan
City Harbor
How often we come to a headland and a city opens,
Carol Frost
Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
Circumference & Earthrise
Vanilla farmers in Madagascar sit in the dark with rifles;
Arthur Sze
Cigar Box Banjo
Blind Willie Johnson could coax
Kim Addonizio
Cicada’s Courtship, Origin Story and Clean Houses
The dissipation of freshly harvested leeks, wilted,
Rasha Abdulhadi
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