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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
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THE SAW by James Allen Hall
Galeria Hermandad, Toledo A hand made this, hammered flat a hot length of iron, cut one side jagged, a row of teeth. The criminal would be hoisted up, tied inverted, the saw at his scrotum. The act required two men
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THE KING OF LOWMANSVILLE by Christopher Prewitt
Peasant stars hanged from wires above their king, my brother, sleeping in his crib. Out of silver trim and a nail gun, the church made for him a crown of thorns
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