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[There was the way his mother]
There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.
Megan Nichols
The Look
I’ll never tell Ethan I listen to him sing
Steven Cramer
I’m Going to Bed When You Go to Bed
Let someone else learn the borders of every country’s will,
Laurie Lamon
Bed
I haven’t got a fingernail or bed
Sarah Arvio
SOUL-DARK second version | SLEEP second version
At the forest’s edge: a dark deer. A hush.
Georg Trakl
I was trying to weigh darkness
I was trying to weigh darkness how much does darkness weigh
Martha Silano
Zodiacal Light: A Dialogue
To see it, you look to the north
Patricia Clark
Q&A for Keyhole and Mammogram Hair
After my reading to high school students
Jill McDonough
Classmate
I was at the beach talking with someone else
Betsy Sholl
Cling of the World
What could it mean
Annie Kantar
Lament Sunburns
The worst I got on a tar roof, mid-July with a bottle
Bradford Tice
The Afterlife
After life, pelicans glide above a shut- down bridge.
Rebecca Lehmann
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