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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
The Twenties
Consider the twenties, not Gatsby, not Daisy, not that old Roaring,
John Hodgen
Oxygen & Waking to 1939, I Study Those Standing
I’m sorry my mother got a blood clot in her lung
Patricia Clark
Arrow Boy
They see her as a genie in a pager.
Martha Serpas
flail, snap, struggle & These Long Afternoons
strangle, some eaten out by an infestation
Jill Bialosky
In which I am confronted by a superhero
I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery
Olya Kenney
Turd
Twelve inches, specific as a nail,
J.T. Ledbetter
Three Poems
Mud to your waist. Beside you, six men probing with broken
Lis Sanchez
Rare Moment
A clear choice
Lia Purpura
Heat Lightning
Before the fireflies and whiskey
Derek JG Williams
Meditation on a Shower Rod at the Super 8
You and I are snake bit. Can we postpone?
Amanda Newell
Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been
His hospital topped
Xander Gershberg
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