Sara Ryan
I learn the word for willow tree. I learn the word for howl and keep it in my throat. the word for wolf curls underneath my tongue. I have studied pain this way—
from the journal Thrush Poetry Journal
Norman Dubie
It is almost polio season. The girls From the cigarette factories in Massachusetts Are still visiting the northern beaches. At midnight, the milky rubbers In the breakers are like a familiar invasion Of sea life.
Joshua Bennett
I have half my father's face & not a measure of his flair for the dramatic. Never once have I prayed & had another man's wife wail in return.
Chris Hayes
Bluff where I lost my keys, my nerve; bluff I carry like a nail in the roof of my mouth; bluff that says This is all I want.

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