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TWO POEMS by Gina Vaynshteyn
NO BODY, NO TOWN Whiskey, my father said, can live in an oak barrel for seventy years. As for me, I shed skin, and every year I am a new girl. I need no time to marinate.
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Three Poems by Melissa Ginsburg
THE JOB Not being stupid I took what was offered: the job was waiting and I did it with sand and mirrors, in glitter while I paced. I waited, I fell in love with waiting …
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Two Poems by Yona Harvey
GINGIVITIS, NOTES ON FEAR I hesitate invoking that doubled emptiness: open— my daughter’s mouth in the bathroom mirror— not her first vanity but first blood inkling she tastes & smoothes with her tongue.
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