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Nurse at a Bus Stop
The slow traffic takes a good long look.
Simon Armintage
Shoulder
She flies south to visit me
Chelsea Wagenaar
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
Self-Portrait to Be Used in Meditation | 22 | Chesty Morgan and Her Crazy-Ass Titties
I have a live owl in my mouth instead of words;
Krzysztof Jaworski
ASH
I shall go back
Kwame Dawes
Heisenberg’s Principle
Look. We’re somewhere
Christopher Buckley
The Drowned and the Saved
If all of us were to try to kill ourselves at least once, then all of us would know nothing more than that: which is why
Tom Sleigh
Zero Plus Anything is a World
Four less one is three.
Jane Hirshfield
The Shape of Things
I’ve been reading the science books again
Christopher Buckley
Spit from the Universe Magnified
SIN. Lust in an exotic land. A
Charmaine Crockett
Survival Rate | 1st Love
When at customs I don’t declare
Fady Joudah
On Either Side of the Word Lie
The letters that must be taken away
Phillis Levin
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