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AUBADE IN PIECES by Victoria Lynne McCoy
Even as I deliver my body to the subway’s tenebrous mercy, I cannot un-know this: each time daylight invades our limbs, the sun marching its restless armies up the sheets, my love will put entire states between us
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MAP (7) by Ye Chun
7. Olympia, Washington The Pacific Ocean shovels coals in the distance. My drunk friends drop pebbles at me as I lie on the couch losing water. Be happy, be happy, be happy. I’m trying to see spring sprout, mountain that smells like green apple,
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MAP (5) by Ye Chun
5. Lhasa Seeds tier in a pomegranate. Sweat beads convex-mirror corners of a night. You pick up a piece of coal from roadside, wrap it in a blue and green checked handkerchief
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