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Our Bodies Ourselves
No one would sit by Vicky Syme
Angela Sorby
Invitation to the Dance and Pieces of us Keep Breaking Off
In the summer of 1949, Jacques d’Amboise found himself in a clash with a bully
Carol Kner
A Girl Who Doesn’t Believe in Myths & I Have No One With Whom I Can Spit Toothpaste At Turns Into The Sink
we went to the prophetess
Radmila Petrović
CONCRETE
Entry was easy
Arthur Vogelsang
A Hole in My Backyard
I get very nervous, I admit.
John Wall Barger
In a Field, at Sunset
When he asked if I still loved him, I didn’t answer
Carl Phillips
Earthquake
The voices of self are ended. A sepia
Ruth Padel
Madame Bovary, c’est moi
If we were all as kind to each other
Daisy Bassen
It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.
It was never he,
Santiago Vizcaíno
mother of stains
a mother made of three buttons from three different sweaters
William Lessard
This Dog | 4 AM
Maybe I’ve chosen life—not just
Linda Pastan
Two Poems
Begins standing In service
Danielle Legros Georges
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