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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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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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