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Godscan
The sun is the size of a human foot.
T.R. Hummer
Sharp Noises at Night
When I travel to the Midwest, trains
Marge Piercy
The Third Visitor
The Third Visitor understands
Dick Allen
july
The best thing about this month is not
Max Temmerman
Elevator Boy
All night I lifted them through seven stories
Jay Parini
Slaughtered Ox
Too easy, to take the body as a distraction—
Emma Aylor
Sestina for an Idiom
I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended
Sadaf Halai
BY THE MEADOWS OF HAY BALES
By the meadows of hay bales
Ira Sadoff
July Saturday Night
Now I’m going to walk downtown to Cape Tip Sportswear
Gail Mazur
The Cormorant
They slip the string
Lee Upton
Barn Red
Home alone, I swirl on scarlet lipstick and forget that I did,
Julia Shipley
In which I am confronted by a superhero
I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery
Olya Kenney
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