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THE CITY IS A BODY BROKEN by Natalie Scenters-Zapico

Most days, the light falls so thick
I don’t know what it is to be
without it. At night we lie

in bed away from each other,
the moon so bright it is a scrim
for the sun. When clouds come,

monsoons flood freeways, trap
old tires against barbed wire.

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