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grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent
a rectangle in an unborn son’s room
Nicole Callihan
I Like to Tuck a Leaf
of some bright hue, say burgundy mauve,
Patricia Clark
God’s Man
When I was twelve I found it
Linda Pastan
Ghazal, After Ferguson
Somebody go & ask Biggie to orate
Yusef Komunyakaa
The Remaining Breast
I was showing my sister something about my breasts.
Alicia Ostriker
Auntie Deluvian and Alien On The Ark: Two by Two
Deep-time they called it when King Dumuzid the Shepherd
Terese Svoboda
The Blue Light
Where were you as the light descended & do you
David St. John
Scales
I’m off in sixteen different directions
Carol Moldaw
Observatory at the Prison
The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a
Debra Nystrom
Before Summer Rain
Then, out of the green of the grove,
Rainer Maria Rilke
Little Black Dress and Julia
Puddled at my feet or ruched
Julia Thacker
I Spent one Summer with a Semi-colon
in those days people called it shacking up
Angela Ball
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