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Mother Doesn’t Bite
I bite instead and she needs salt,
Terese Svoboda
Melodrama
A gunshot: the trigger so light
Stephen Dobyns
Phone Call: Lesson in Style and The Story of Civilization
“Everything feels all swollen and puffy, like my brain
Tom Sleigh
But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
The Remaining Breast
I was showing my sister something about my breasts.
Alicia Ostriker
The Authentic Galleries
Begin again. Begin with the wound.
G.C. Waldrep
Three Poems
Last night R—, who I stole
Rajiv Mohabir
The Last Widow | The Last Mirror
The last widow misses men. The last widow misses her husband
Jason Schneiderman
From the River of News
The President and his opponent both speaking in Ohio—
Robert Pinsky
A Series of Small Scandals and Dear Telephone Booth,
Imogen photographed her new husband:
Susan Rich
St. Rose of Lima
Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,
Tiana Nobile
Perfect Air
Put book down
Ted Greenwald
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