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BREATH MEMORY [BREATH ALPHABET] by Cory Hutchinson-Reuss
Zero degrees again. Midwest winters confuse loving with not leaving. Yes we are made of drifts. Yes we are made of degrees on a map of discontent. [Aluminum breath, breath of absence and alchemy, Breath of blood history, breath of aromatic bitters]
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TREES by David Lawrence
The log that fell into the river went for a long swim into a hidden country where logs were the dominant culture and the trees wept as they saw their barky cousins floating home.
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BIRTHDAY by Lauren Hilger
On a stone wall, no one around I stole my mom’s mink stole I stare the doe in the face self-reflection in a lap pool March, my month, cold I want this to be the last awful cake white on white of winter
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