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TWO POEMS by Ellen C. Bush
ASTIGMATISM It is my birthday ritual but every year I am surprised to see my optometrist still alive, seeing me. He must be past eighty, mustache and skin of a former smoker, stale breath. I must have so much time left. I’ve been returning to this chair since I was seven, but have yet…
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QUARTO: Two Poems by Annie Kim
“I want to be a boy, you tell the man who analyzes you. Free of desire. He nods, light flashing off his thin gold spectacles.”
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TWO POEMS by Rochelle Hurt
I admire its belligerent uncertainty, like: I’ll know if I know when I please. Pointed indecision as auto-prick that sticks my sentence-tip.
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