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THE RABBIT by Sarah Huener
Last night I dreamed you gave me a rabbit. It is time, you said, then extended your hands, the rabbit unfolding slowly from your chest, trembling. The rabbit was white with dark eyes, which I have never seen in waking life, and lighter than rabbits I have held before.
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BICYCLING HOME AT DUSK I CLOSED MY EYES & LET GO & SAW THE RABBITS by John Paul Davis
The headwind runs cool fingers through my hair. The opal of rain clouds & the treeline lit up like the eyes of a woman & I am drunk, pedaling faster than I am dying. The divorce
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TWO POEMS by Simone Muench
WOLF CENTO I dream you into being—mongering wolf who stands outside the self, makes its way through the transparent world & its motions, its laughter & quarrels, its rows of teeth, its tears, its chiming of clocks.
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