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Throw it All Away
My granddaughter who. The one alive in speech descends. A plate
Jeffrey Skinner
The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
Close to now
I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest
Zoë Ryder White
I open the windows.
What I wanted
Jane Hirshfield
In the Supermarket of Orgasms
Some nights I feel so alone in my longing for you, love, alone in my supermarket of orgasms as I cruise the aisles of
Nin Andrews
End in Itself
All veins point to a heart in depleted rivers, in branches,
Allan Peterson
A Flash of Lithe White Arms
A flash of lithe white arms
Garret Keizer
Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
A Toy Airplane
The tumor
Kevin Prufer
It Will Start One Day
you know, it will start one day, the ebb
Dmitry Blizniuk
Showering Behind the Zodiac’s Curtain
When blue hangs around me, I am
Diane Wakoski
A Place
As a foreigner, I wasted a lot of energy
Bob Hicok
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