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MRI by Leila Chatti
I wear a gown that ties in the back; this is how I am sure I am sick. The nurse can’t be more than a few years older than I, smiling as if we’re friends while I grip closed the gape of my frock. Laying down on the narrow carriage, I think it’s a bit…
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SUMMER TRIANGLE by M.J. Bender
Deneb in the Swan; Altair in the Eagle; Vega in the Lyre—he brought home a woman at three in the morning and told me to get out of bed and go sit on the front porch. I listened to her having an orgasm— a chord, a jazz chord: three thirds on top of the root.…
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THE NATURE OF LOVE by Aaron Belz
I disagree with you about the nature of love and by extension about art or rather the role of form in art for while abstraction can delight the senses it is not sustainable or repeatable and what humans need is more like a glass of water not only upon waking but one at lunchtime and…
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