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A woman was choked by a metal shackle
Louis Calaferte
The Dead, At Home,
snag on brush and low cactus.
Paul Nemser
Swan Song
I admit. In the beginning
Alice Friman
Unbeckoning Glass and Time Faking Surprises
This color is exhaled smoke from a bummed cigarette, a stray cloud for the sky.
Paula Cisewski
Prequel
Take a seat. All you need to know is, I am
Philip Fried
Spectacle | Dear Bathtub | Freeway
Your eyewear and my eyewear,
Sherman Alexie
Elegy for a Young Garden
Shattered bricks, flayed sockets
Claire Malroux
Anthem and Under the Sun
Through the backyard of a shuttered home
Daniel Tobin
On the Way to the Acupuncturist
In the wrong lane, the slow one—
Carol Moldaw
For D, reading poems
When I was a kid, only a flu could buy me
Jane Zwart
Norumbega Park
They used to say the name was Viking
Scott Harney
Pink is the Navy Blue of India
Flea market guy tells me the pornos are five dollars
David Kirby
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