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DOLOROSA by Molly Rose Quinn
(The Chapel at St. Mary’s School for Girls) where the pillar falls at the edge of morning the teachers beg us to tug down our skirts they offer their palms for our gumballs and your god is here to say that beauty is easy like cutting teeth and your legs and your legs and yours…
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PERSONAL AD #1 (Pairs Only Matter In Poker) by Michael Schmeltzer
I wear garish makeup and make faces in the mirror. Which reminds me…do you want to hear my favorite joke? Two clowns walk into a bar: one with a sad face, the makeup frown thick and chalky as a hotdog bun; the other no face whatsoever. There never was a happy face.
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THE CITY by Helwig Brunner, translated by Monika Zobel
The city simplified to lines, makeup removed from your face. Houses, footsteps, and thoughts are made of the same material, graphite dust and diamonds. Time stalls, lowers your lids, to be now for once in the midst of a sleeping world, clear-sighted
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