{isacoustic*, late}
Sophia Naz
There is no poem which can undo this. – {from} Descanso for America
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Heather Knox
A man sleeps on the steps of the church
and I hear someone I love
draw a bath. – {from} To The Woman Whose Suitcases I Bought On Etsy
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Marisol Baca
Oh fish. Oh head of the scorpion.
He hands the gift to me; I eat it. – {from} Eating Heart
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