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Five Orgasms after reading Lydia Davis
You are sleeping beside me, but I can’t sleep, not in this roadside hotel smelling of new carpet and cigarettes. It’s late.
Nin Andrews
Head of a Woman with the Horns of a Ram
I used to curse the sidewalk ice
Katie Hartsock
CATAFALQUE
Angel of the gap thrills to floodwaters
Donald Revell
L’Heure Bleue
Who was the first to say darkness “falls”?
Barbara Ras
Pip
Withered pip of a boy, now grey and halt
Carol Muske-Dukes
For the Child Molester
Let him sleep right through it—
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
DINNER AT LYNN AND LINDA’S WITH KEN AND JACK
Dinner tonight with two married gay couples
Jim Daniels
Sestina for an Idiom
I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended
Sadaf Halai
Innocence
The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—
Charles Baxter
Callas Poems
She whom you seek is not here!
Patrick Donnelly
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
JOURNAL, OR STORY WITHOUT WORDS
And I follow the hand copying what it had written years ago
Brian Swann
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