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The White Door and White Green Red Tree Stone Sun
I made an offering and left the shore.
Rachel Hadas
Bad Line in a Bad Paragraph
Where "grab a bite"
Lia Purpura
Else
At the first instance, to amuse others,
April Bernard
It’s Not Your Fault
The brass lamp in your window,
Jennifer L. Knox
Transfer
Now they tell us
Rae Armantrout
Wooden Boards
My father carefully rolls his pant leg up, places his leg between two wide boards. He tells my mother to jump hard on
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Pull Off on Old Lyme Road to Fuck
Because I would have given everything for you to want to talk to me you remain the sound of street lamps
Rogan Kelly
Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
This Is the Day the Lord Has Made
This is the day the Lord has made,
Mark Jarman
I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Jeffrey Skinner
THE COMPLETE LIST OF EVERYTHING
Plow blade excavated from a tomb
Eric Pankey
Wilhelmina Shakespeare
Blond hair, blue eyes, buck teeth: we taunted you
Rafael Campo
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