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THREE POEMS by Purvi Shah
MIRA LONGS TO BE MORE THAN A BRIDE The sound of your footsteps is waterfall. Why not thrust off these bangles then?
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THE END OF LABOR by Al Maginnes
I stared through noon-shaded glass to see how we are measured against our tasks. My father and other men made sacraments of sweat, days measured in squares of dirt, lengths of wood, packets of seed.
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THREE POEMS by David Winter
STORYBOARD We spent her sixteenth, my seventeenth summer perched on a porch, talking out our love for her man. I had little language. She was luculent. We worked back through wrong things, arriving before him. Her mouth opened, black as a movie reel—I do not want to project. She storyboards:
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