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Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
Food of Love & Thing-in-Itself
If the vamp and rub of planets,
Nancy Naomi Carlson
ORCA and PISMIRE
White Gladis, Gladis Clara, Gladis Filabres, Gladyi Tarij,
Carol Frost
Why are white butterflies always in pairs
Above the Morning Glory. I’ve wondered this
Dorianne Laux
Dark Enough
I found her long black coat
Dean Young
Derealization
I left my body in Barnes & Noble
Julie Heming
Bailed Out
And once we climbed over the wire fence
Katia Kapovich
Charade
I was thinking of the sad
Adam Scheffler
Agreeable Subjects
When a past father of mine makes an appearance
Carolina Hotchandani
The Reckoning and 3AM
Shadows stretch across the pine floor
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Seesaw
The sun was overhead. The playground steamed.
Bhisham Bherwani
His Side
Easy now to stand on a bluff and see
Kelly Sievers
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