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postscript // seamus heaney
And some time make the time to drive out west ( Read more... ) -
Pole Dancer // Andrea Gibson
She pole-dances to gospel hymns ( Read more... ) -
Night // Mary Dorcey
I remember your neck, its strength ( Read more... ) -
An Ungrammatical Poem // Mary Dorcey
And you ( Read more... ) -
Fire Island Song // David Groff
It would be nice if you weren’t dead,
you with your hair and skin flame-red
and your way of getting me in bed.
It would be nice if you weren’t dead.
It’s not time’s fault or even fate’s,
though this second claim demands debate:
Too many dead to live, you nearly said.
You savored dread.
You liked where it led.
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Rape Joke | Patricia Lockwood
Rape Joke
The rape joke is that you were 19 years old.
The rape joke is that he was your boyfriend.
The rape joke it wore a goatee. A goatee.
Imagine the rape joke looking in the mirror, perfectly reflecting back itself, and grooming itself to look more like a rape joke. “Ahhhh,” it thinks. “Yes. A goatee.”
No offense.
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Trapped // Jean Monahan
High in the weir
of a tree's bare
branches
the half-moon flops
like a trapped herring
betrayed by the beautiful tide
that carried it here.
It struggles to work free
breathing harder
with every smack
of its bright body
against the shallows
and I can't remember the last time
I was full
of light
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Bringing Closure // Patricia Jabbeh Wesley
Closure is such a final thing -- the needle in the arm ( Read more... ) -
A POSSUM ENTERING THE ARGUMENT | Tom Healy
We’re talking about ( Read more... )