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Hagstrom
I examine my scarred torso
Neil Silberblatt
Song a Year After My Mother’s Death
I allowed a small song
Carrie Etter
The Park from Above
What scared them? Scores of wild green parrots
Chase Twichell
Dear Meat
What's your point?
Andrei Codrescu
Hungarian Lesson and Snow Rapture
In Hungary, you know something like the palm of your hand,
J. Allyn Rosser
Oj Golube, Moj Golube
I was born to pigeons cooing.
Milica Mijatović
Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
The Maker
The maker never uses thread
Robert Hilles
My Fjord | Someone Else’s Someone Else
I will sail through my own fjord and I will name the fjord My Fjord.
Lee Upton
For D, reading poems
When I was a kid, only a flu could buy me
Jane Zwart
BOTTOM FEEDER | DOUBLE TIME
Said he had some hard sledding to do.
Timothy Liu
Flowers in a Vase
The dahlias' unopened buds poke like periscopes above their clownish mass
Don Bogen
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