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Three Poems
We're headed to a stack of paper we call a reem
Kimiko Hahn
Three Poems
I never saw the children who lived next door,
Andrea Cohen
Three Poems
It was a beauty, made by the Hmong in Laos
Julie Bruck
Three Poems
Fish-shaped, dark brown,
Gary Soto
Three Poems
I remember a ditch of cattails, learning their names. How they rose by the bridge
Jane Springer
Three Poems
There, roots are
Gregory Orr
Three Poems
A neighbor called me about the neighbors in the blue house between us.
David Baker
Three Poems
You suckered me, Legs—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Three Poems
I am apprehensive tonight as if the fog from the drive
Jennifer Franklin
Three Poems
‘On the nose’ means obvious
Rae Armantrout
Three Orgasm Poems
She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
Nin Andrews
Three More Claims to Fame
Claim to Fame #7 : Early Boyfriend
Lydia Davis
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