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Quotidian and Carry
Steak dinners are the worst /you prefer the fatty cut / those white-ribboned slabs from Save-A-Lot
Amanda Newell
Bah!
It is well-past old hat and hurt
Stephen Todd Booker
THE DAY
History sings “misery, misery.”
Chard deNiord
Handel in London, 1741
Wedged in a chair near the open window,
Floyd Skloot
Letter to a Young Orgasm | Elegy for the Last Orgasm | The Orgasm and the Magic Maid
How could she not cry out when you pressed her to your flesh?
Nin Andrews
The Living and the Dead | Arrest Warrant
I already came here several times this year, aside from the pilgrimage
Ales Debeljak
Booklet, Hand-Pressed Paper, Containing Locks of School-Children’s Hair, c. 1861
Wound on a bobbin like thread. Woven into a wreath
Nicole Cooley
Gun Notes
This man and I softly discussed hunting
David Huddle
The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
Free Descent
It seemed I had always been kicking
Martha Serpas
Polaris Mall
February, 9:37 p.m. Two Canada geese,
J. Allyn Rosser
Lichen Prospectus
Specimen leaves sung down for pages
Drew Milne
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