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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
The Discarded Christmas Trees
lie on the sidewalks of New York:
Estha Weiner
A Nocturnal Upon Saint Charles Yeager’s Day
Here comes that sonic boom
Kimberly Johnson
REVENANT
Salt and sour bait
Tara Skurtu
Hiroshima Bomb
Confetti spirals flutter into dark green.
Lawrence Matsuda
Ode to the Google Maps Man
Gold-suited spaceman, terranaut,
Daniel Tobin
Ruler of Everything
The Ruler of Everything proclaims blood-colored
Amy Gerstler
Dentist, Mexico, 1959
The room was big, not small.
Alberto Rios
In the Mud Marks Reveal
another story:
Sophie Cabot Black
Things I’ve Discovered in Hong Kong
Semantics: clue that Trappist Dairy Milk Drink is not milk—had I read the label—
Glenn Mott
N33P14 and N33P29
Cloud cover
Hank Lazer
PHYSICS, ETC.
Everything and everybody are always doing something.
Arthur Vogelsang
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