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Niki Herd the black body found
next door near the house where
the blind girl lived
L. Lamar Wilson She ambles about this Mickey-Dee kitchen’s din,
unmoved by the hot grease threatening
her ¿puedo tomar su orden? mask.
Julie Enszer The painters call before we move into the new house. Ma’am, they say—
I am not old enough to be a ma’am, but I don’t correct them—
Ma’am, they say, we smell gas.
I dismiss their concern. I say, Keep painting.
D. Gilson The honeysuckle dew slick
& sweet this morning
& only an empty Wendy's cup
thrown to ditch
Sara Brickman Owosso, Michigan is cinder blocks
stacked on top of potato cellars and steamrolled
grey. There’s a lot of corn,
Kendra DeColo It is easy to believe
we are separate entities,
you and I
as I wait, a fish in the chasm
Tara Shea Burke When we met we fell for each other like leaves.
Behind black curtains your bedroom was always dark
except for unexpected soft-yellow walls. Your dogs
Sonja de Vries Some days it’s in the grip of a hawk flying
up from the field, snake dangling from its mouth
David-Matthew Barnes I remember the rhythm at night:
Your hips wanting mine,
to grind our street-smart