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Blub — Ayesha Raees

Blub — Ayesha Raees

I have no door in this body.                                                                                   I am hammering. At Home Depot. Wood comes in planks and sticks.                                                                           I strike right into my count. I am apologizing at my job.                                                                          I am grateful for a job. For these points to go up…

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Waiting Room — Peter Leight

Waiting Room — Peter Leight

This is the age of anticipation everybody is talking about, when something is about to happen that hasn’t even happened yet, and the walls are lined with chairs, there’s a chair next to the door, on either side of the door where you’re waiting together…

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I worry about what my Cowboy would tell me — Alara Egi

I worry about what my Cowboy would tell me — Alara Egi

thought I had willpower but it   fizzled  awaya pink effervescent tablet,my dreams became shape-shifters, I let myself want what I would see, my ambitionfilled my palms and i tucked it between my ribs I decided to write a long poem, an epic with few line breaks that…

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four cartons of strawberries — Shayna Hodkin

four cartons of strawberries — Shayna Hodkin

when it was just a flu in china i should have held herlonger    bite-sized chocolate geshmakt   microwaved eggszeigezint    there are still a few good things    persian rice xanax phish at the garden   hot pizza grilled cheese empty beaches   cacti cold apples grandma on the other    end of…

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Family Egg Mart — Michel Steven Krug

Family Egg Mart — Michel Steven Krug

He smashed rats that nibbled                                                rotting eggsNear the oozing Hudson,while tradesmenTossed the slimy crates into waiting trucks His father wore zoot suits,                                               gambled FridaysThe market slid nearer the Hudson sludgeHis mother buried the family bonds in the grit of stockyards He dreamed of making speeches to                                               the…

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