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Long Walk Home

by Kristene Brown

Hot summer and birds pillage garbage cans, / squabbling for scraps. / With ripped jeans and knotted hair, I follow / the unpaved road to town.

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Traffic Jam Song #1

by David Tucker

No one understands the traffic jams in this city, / how they just spring from the ground like this / and why, when you reach the head of the line, there is / no accident

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Breakfast on the Terrace

by Rustin Larson

Prism vase, asters blue as glacier ice, / baskets of strawberries, croissants, / goblets lit with orange juice, / & the cathedral distant, the boat house / flying its flag in an international zone

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Fiesta Brava

by Joseph Gross

Then there he is again— / the Suit of Lights, all / epaulets and reluctant pink and gold, / back in the ring.

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Beer For Breakfast

by David Salner

The chrome-colored clouds / pushed the heat down, held in the car fumes, / the smell of the asphalt. Out on the patio, / I was ready for work

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Maternity Leave

by Lauren Yates

There is something about traveling home that stops the blood. / My womb becomes a howling dog warning me of danger.

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A Quintuple

by Simon Perchik

Here, there, the way silence / tows you below the waterline / and though you are alone / you’re not sure where her name / is floating on the surface / or what’s left

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River Mouth

by Heather Dobbins

She hasn’t taken off her swimsuit all summer. She is two hands / across her middle. I know that from throwing her: one foot / on my thigh, the other in my palm. Up, over, splash.

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Proctoring

by Michael Lauchlan

Among students, I drink the same / coffee I drank at home an hour / ago—which is not some philosophical metaphor.

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Sefeed

by Mathew Javidi

If I could go back, / I would have clutched my tongue, / not let it pirouette into / the soft, dim spotlight of / your living room

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Monastery

by Alicia Lai

Once I entered into a symbiotic relationship with a praying mantis, wings folded / at our altar of Queen Anne’s lace. There is wine on the table—father, please don’t / let the calf bleed on me.

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