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TWO POEMS by Joy Ladin
EARLY MORNING FLIGHT Half-empty plane, hot black coffee – it takes so many people to keep my body soaring. I must be important, or at least not dead, and my not being dead must matter, or it wouldn’t be so sunny…
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LIGHT INSTALLATION AT THE HILTON by Iva Ticic
there are galaxies above what used to be the soft spots at the top of our heads we elongate our necks at an angle trying to take in all that neon-filled fullness of the light-splattered cosmos
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TWO POEMS by Rachel Eliza Griffiths
DEAR AMERICA I pick you up & you are a child made of longing clasped to my neck. Iridescent, lovely, your inestimable tantrums, I carry you back & forth from the underworlds where your giggles echo, grow into howls.
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