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Marvin Bell
Oh pretty dogs that reap the rage of benefactors in good times. Oh dogs shorn of the outdoors, oh clipped, oh shaggy shaggy shaggy. The dead man's dog does not sit up and beg.

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Copper Canyon Press

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James Cagney
Let me answer the question you have of me: No. You were my idol. Of course I don't know how to love                     but I know how to be shamed & no two tears fall or taste the same.

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Nomadic Press

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Emily Dickinson
I started Early – Took my Dog – And visited the Sea – The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me –

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Ecco

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Willy Palomo
Imagine tongues hungry for everything but your name. Imagine being here for millennia only to be called exotic.

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Thrush Poetry Journal

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Sasha West
Cows calve, horses foal, goats kid, but women do not child. Another verb separates us from the noun of it, a distance between cells that split in my body, my body, and her wet fur on my stomach.

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American Poetry Review

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John Gosslee
The secret between us is where the tongue rests, the oxidation of enamel in the mouth, night after long night and I want to wake with the hands I know in my hair.

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Nomadic Press

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Kadham Khanjar (translated from the Arabic by Khaled Hegazzi & Andy Young)
Yesterday I went to the forensic office. They'd asked for a fingerprint to match the DNA. They told me they had found some unidentified bones, and here I am again, circling like an orange on the knife of hope.

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The Southern Review

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Amanda Berenguer (translated from the Spanish by Urayoán Noel)
Why this sand in amber and repose? This stone what? a soft grind? Desert body invading the sheet where I write the page where I'm signing the eagle, the book where I feather myself with pleasure.

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Ugly Ducking Presse

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Marjorie Welish
I have lived and eaten simply. I have leaned against the shape of handsome choices. The almanac conceals a pasture you would like. The universe is cast in consequences.

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Burning Deck Press

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