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The Cricket
You too have risen at midnight
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Learning to Play It Again
While my daughter was learning Clementi —
Sandra McPherson
HER MOUTH
Near the end, her mouth was pinned down
Julie Bruck
The NewMath and Nor Easter
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
Partridge Boswell
THE SECRET OF TIME MEETS A STRANGER
You look familiar.
Elaine Equi
Dog in the Manger
As if you’d keep your bones from other dogs
Linda Pastan
BRAINS | ECLIPSE
You didn’t have any
Tara Skurtu
Lüneburg Station, April 30, 1976
It’s 5:45 am, sleepy car-landscape
Nicolas Born
Moveable
Swords drawn, Hem and his bronze friend
Ron Smith
Arf
At the stoplight in Dogleg children swept metal
Peter Jay Shippy
July Saturday Night
Now I’m going to walk downtown to Cape Tip Sportswear
Gail Mazur
In the Supermarket of Orgasms
Some nights I feel so alone in my longing for you, love, alone in my supermarket of orgasms as I cruise the aisles of
Nin Andrews
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