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Notes on a 39-Year-Old Body
Most internal organs jiggle and glow and are rosy
Mary Szybist
Pier
If the pier is two hundred and fifty words long, it is important
Carolyn Guinzio
The Morgue is Closed & Pélican Dans Sa Píeté
Any décor depresses when it shows
Martha Serpas
More Nights Than Days and Turn It Up
At the end of my street, they cut the trees.
Kelle Groom
BOOK OF HOURS
A jostle of stars at the edge of the Crab Nebula pinpoints the heart of Taurus. Under the right conditions, with a
Eric Pankey
A SHOUT FROM THE DARK
If like a Buddhist I accepted the world
Pui Ying Wong
True West
We return by foot from pre-plantation oaks,
Daniel Tobin
Christmas Nineteen-Sixty-Something and Notes from My Doppelganger
By that time we were hanging the tree from a hook
Kurt Luchs
A Convalescent Bed in a Field of Yellow Tulips
Your wires trail into a gopher hole.
Adam Tavel
I Was Reading the Sunlight, I Was Planting the Words on this Page
I know why Cicero says
Stephen Ackerman
Wuhan
Utopia, or dystopia,
Kehan Yu
WHY WE NEED UNIONS
If the lion wants more
Stephen Dunn
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