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Preludium
In The Odyssey,
Christina Davis
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
Ode to Scars
The scars on others’ faces draw me to them.
Thomas Lux
RODIN, “Hand with Small Torso, Bronze” | Rodin’s “The Cathedral”
In Paris you can see his drawer of hands.
Peter Cooley
Three Poems Translated by Brian Henry
I’m not my own bacterium,
Tomaž Šalamun
Unfinished Business
Cleaning up, in the kitchen, she goes to wipe away a small black seed from the counter.
Lydia Davis
The Real River
Gauze gaze, the present’s freeze never sticks.
Jennifer L. Knox
Arf
At the stoplight in Dogleg children swept metal
Peter Jay Shippy
Jerry Garcia in a Somerville Parking Lot
Past midnight, a man in his late 60s, tall, with long
Lloyd Schwartz
My Love
Place your hand, my love, against my heart
Christian Johann Heinrich Heine
Two poems from “The Mistaken Place of Things”
How to say hair
Gabriela Aguirre
Five Orgasms after reading Lydia Davis
You are sleeping beside me, but I can’t sleep, not in this roadside hotel smelling of new carpet and cigarettes. It’s late.
Nin Andrews
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