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my zipper took
a nick of flesh
from the inside
of your thigh
when i am dead
it will be
the only thing
Throwing Grievances Foregone
Dena Rash Guzman
We are sometimes so heavy. Mobsters use us / instead of cement shoes. There’s no one left to talk // of those vice grip tightnesses. Better than…
Tell the kids I miss them
with words a smaller thing, / I am forgettable / forgiveness, / I miss / a cigarette, / when the smoke is pretty / behind any special world....
WE WILL TAKE A MOMENT TO ASK SOME QUESTIONS
Jennifer Liberts Weinberg
Did he hear finches / / How did the windows burn out / / Where does he rest his head / / Did the dirt smell of mushrooms / / Is it…
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hi / it’s me / i’m here / hello.
brine and mist and fine foam
when i think of us i think of friction the minutia of / movement etching our corners smooth until there is no blood just the polished response of…
murder me / please // i won’t tell a soul / what you’ve done / i won’t let the love / come undone. / // if the measure of price / …
i’m a ground zero hero / i rip headsoff monster zerowith a snap ofmy fingers / the smell ofburning flesh lingers / i own your maps / i don’t give a…
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