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Fatherless Daughters
In Springtime, abandoned daughters burst like myopic butterflies with binoculars
Meg Pokrass
Found Poem: “Swelling Anti-Asian Violence: Who Is Being Attacked Where,” NYT, April 3, 2021
Queens | A 47-year-old man and his 10-year-old son
Kimiko Hahn
Winkles & Dillisk
Does he suspect the boys
Ron Smith
Pacemaker
The heart in vital meter recites.
Sophia Galifianakis
FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
Just So You Know
I figured it out after you ate
Abriana Jette
Pour Ainsi Dire
Drinking. What is boozing? If not a liquid manner of corresponding, thanks to wine,
Georges Perros
Burial Arrangements
If I have to be buried at all,
Billy Collins
Two Exhausted Bodies
My insides are a flooded field. Though the field outside is larger and I have played there, laid
Xoşman Qado
Poem of the Quotidian
Night falls so swiftly in this part of town
Ruy Belo
Paying a Blind Man to Wash and Wax My Car
Maybe they’re right, friends who mock me,
Helen Pruitt Wallace
Dead Tree in the Back Yard & Gait
You aren’t mine. A lot line
Charles O. Hartman
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