By Joshua Jennifer EspinozaLike light but
in reverse we billow.
We turn a corner
and make the hills
By Purvi ShahYou had a name no one
could hold between their
teeth. So they pronounced
By Taylor JohnsonBless the boys riding their bikes straight up, at midnight, touching,
if only briefly, holding, hands as they cross the light to Independence.
Bless them for from the side the one on the red bike looks like me
his redbrown hair loose against the late summer static heat.
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