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She Leans
A house: scoured and scarred by wind, its unpainted
Lisa Russ Spaar
The Doorway | Wants
Two things she wanted among the left-behinds when her parents moved
Susan Eisenberg
Rose-Scented Lotion | Blue
The level of rose-scented lotion daily
Rachel Hadas
THE COMPLETE LIST OF EVERYTHING
Plow blade excavated from a tomb
Eric Pankey
Instagram
What if I was uttered into existence through the teamwork of cultists
Timothy Donnelly
Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
Ars Poetica, with Cow
She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside
Maureen Seaton
Three Dances | Early Warning System
In North Carolina
Amit Majmudar
Relapse
I loved bar light,
Maxine Scates
What I learned from ‘Saved by the Bell’
Only half a dozen people actually exist
Pablo Piñero Stillmann
Shakedown, Sleeping Mother and The Touch
On Main Street, two cops stop me in front of the tire store. One is big and burly and the other is lean
Jeff Friedman
Ars Poetica Über Prompt (Not the Taxi Service)
Take the worst poem you’ve ever written but that you haven’t
Suzanne Lummis
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