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Ode to My Dap
Soon as I get my dap down
Partridge Boswell
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
LIGHT OF THE MOON, PATRIMONY, AN UNWANTED LIGHT
We listened as a pair of owls rousted
Robert Wrigley
To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse
I’ve watched a shy horse
Alan May
New Math
Out of the place I knew,
Rachel Hadas
Busy bees | Torture
I like being around people who believe
Bob Hicok
Triangulated
Is it the ship that's moving or the sea that's moving, the tide flowing against the ship?
Alpay Ulku
Which Makes Me, I Guess, the Muddy Colorado
What we learn from most pornography is
Patrick Donnelly
Fatherless Daughters
In Springtime, abandoned daughters burst like myopic butterflies with binoculars
Meg Pokrass
Elephant Memory
A cold sunny morning in Cambridge. Pragmatical
Gail Mazur
My Courbet, by Jonathan Galassi
My Courbet
Jonathan Galassi
A WOMAN I KNEW ATE FIRE FOR BREAKFAST
And the light would tattoo itself across her mouth
Susan Rich
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