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LAUGHTER IS CLOSE by David Rivard
Laughter is close, even if it’s just the schadenfreude of middle-school girls, their juicy, eye-rolling, malicious glee flying down the street (like a tiny pink slug in a pigeon’s beak), hotting up the air—why pretend you can’t hear? Laughter, the only eternity that’s real. Laughter and its toothy lift off, even when toxic. “Save me”…
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AMERICAN LOVE SONG: OMAHA NEBRASKA by Brionne Janae
~for Will Brown because you were beautiful and black with lips like pin cushions and just as soft because you were made to be pierced to be torn apart to be a mooring for desire and how else could I touch you could I unwrap your figure pull the meat from parchment how else could…
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TWO POEMS by Kerrin McCadden
HOMING The sky is at the feeder again. I mean the indigo bunting with no bearings for home. A man pulls into the driveway after work—crunching stones, hallooing up the stairs— wanting to know about my day. All the days are wranglers, I say. I am not able to cite my sources, but I make…
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