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My old man praised himself for not being
Marc Vincenz
Lüneburg Station, April 30, 1976
It’s 5:45 am, sleepy car-landscape
Nicolas Born
A Girl Who Doesn’t Believe in Myths & I Have No One With Whom I Can Spit Toothpaste At Turns Into The Sink
we went to the prophetess
Radmila Petrović
Same Screen
Every summer the students at the Bread Loaf School of English
Rachel Hadas
Faust 1972
This time, Faust was a nursing mother --
Sharon Olds
The Dead, At Home,
snag on brush and low cactus.
Paul Nemser
Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote
I still love the sound of breaking,
Dean Young
Afterimage
Do you remember those Cornell shadow boxes we saw at some
Frances Richey
Fragments of The Sacrificial World
Porpoises feed every morning in the shallows
Martha Serpas
Post-
Clenching, unclenching her thin white fingers,
Annie Kim
IN JANUARY
Low sky, slow air, and nothing much
Julie Bruck
Sweet Tooth
The man in the window is cheesecake;
Alexis Rhone Fancher
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