Author: Megan Pinto
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SORROW by Megan Pinto
Everything lost is returned again in sorrow.Love lays to rest in a dark glen of sorrow. Handsome men study their faces in glasstemples I built, saying amen to sorrow. My fingertips turn violet under cold water.I read this as omen when I am in sorrow. Tiger moth, peacock & devil’s butterfly stunned behind plastic by children…
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THE PROBLEMS OF HUMANITY by Megan Pinto
I thought we had solved them all, these problems of humanity: how we die, and why, and who it is we ought to be. I’ve learned to count to infinity, to touch my toes, to plug my nose when I jump off diving boards; I know how to exhale when waxing my body, how much…