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From Monogamy Songs by Gregory Sherl
I prefer beer in a glass but I’m not attractive enough to bepicky. I miss Z the most when I imagine her leaning againstwalls and I’ve thought she disappeared. I thank myselffor writing the Bible. So many virgins converging on oneanother, my heart beating inside them. Gregory Sherl is a novelist and poet. He is Continue reading
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From “The Book of the Dead Man (#1) by Marvin Bell
To the dead man, guilt and fear are indistinguishable.The dead man cannot make out the spider at the center of its web.He cannot see the eyelets in his shoes and so he wears them unlaced.He reads the large type and skips the fine print.His vision surrounds a single tree, lost as he is in a Continue reading
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From “Funeral Oration for a Mouse” by Alan Dugan
Humors of love aside, the mousetrap was our ownopinion of the mouse, but for the mouseit was the tree of knowledge withits consequential fruit, the true crossand the gate of hell. Even to approachit makes him like or better thanits maker: his courage as a spoiler never onceimpressed us, but to go out cautiously at Continue reading
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From “The Only Thing I Imagine Luz Villa Admires about Her Husband’s Gun—” by Xochiquetzal Candelaria
lonely but strong by design. She understands its negative worth, how it holds in the dark Xochiquetzal Candelaria is an American poet whose work has appeared in The Nation, Gulf Coast, The Seneca Review, and Poetry, where you can continue reading this poem. She is the author of Empire and Show Me the Bells. Continue reading
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From “El Mundo” by César Leonardo de León
when we played loteríaI was expected to like La Sirena the roundness of breasts rendered on cardboardshould’ve lured meinto the depths of manhood I liked El Mundo instead his chest wide, his back amplethe world balancing on the mounds of his shouldersthe authority of his thighs governing my gaze César Leonardo de León is a Continue reading
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From “I Remember Loteria” by Jacob Saenz
But I prefer to remember La Sirenaback when her breasts were freeof the seashells she now holdsto cover them in water so bluecold, her scales so red,her name clung to the tonguelike dulce de leche. Jacob Saenz is the author of the 2018 American Poetry Review/Honickman First Book Prize collection, Throwing the Crown. His poetry Continue reading
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