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Club X
Between the gaping double-doors of Club-X and two leather thugs,
Philip Metres
The City translated by Kaveh Bassiri
I dream the city is flying in an airplane
Fereshteh Sari
Dark Enough
I found her long black coat
Dean Young
HOUSEKEEPING: Frida’s Future Kiss
After the palm reader told her no man would ever claim her,
Lois P. Jones
What is Love in Tennis, and What is Love | Nude from Here to Eternity
If there’s personality in how you jump, then I wonder about
Dorothy Chan
LIMESTONE GHAZAL
My windowsill’s lined with fossils, whorled limestone
Brad Richard
Heroic Register
I imagine a bed in the middle of a room.
Griffin Brown
Three poems translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk
At night we stood together on guard,
Anna Świrszczyńska
Tenderly
I see how you climb!
Sandra McPherson
To Anything at All
Our father who is neither ours nor a father but farther and nearer,
William Olsen
Gott im Himmel and The Corner of Bellington Street and Sparta
Gott was thicket, thorned, glottal,
Steven Ratiner
The All-Overs, This is Where God Stays When He’s in Town and Mr. Jackson’s Killer
I like words like gallimaufry, tawdry, billingsgate—braggadocio! Rodomontade.
David Kirby
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