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Paying a Blind Man to Wash and Wax My Car
Maybe they’re right, friends who mock me,
Helen Pruitt Wallace
The World As Sound
I didn’t speak until I was five
Michael Simms
Slowly But Not Too Much and When Your Lover Leaves You
as if making your way through an alphabet
Angie Estes
Before the rebirth | The harvest field | Song of love present
No flowers here
Andrée Chedid
Disseminate
Plums to the Garden of Eden. Their flesh
Danielle DeTiberus
[There was the way his mother]
There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.
Megan Nichols
City Harbor
How often we come to a headland and a city opens,
Carol Frost
Perspective and Chosen by the Lion
In the bedroom, the man disentangles his limbs from those of another.
Susan Wheeler
Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice
We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape
Steven Cramer
Two Poems
All the twists in all the tongues, all
Amit Majmudar
The Easy Way to Stop Drinking
We are as flies in a pitcher plant,
Kim Addonizio
THE HARVARD CLASSICS
My grandfather bought a set for his living room,
William Trowbridge
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