Weir Farm – Marilyn Nelson
Not vistas, but a home-sized landscape,
beloved rooms storied, painted, lived.
A farm bought with a painting
and a ten dollar personal check.
Zero – Melissa Stein
Papercut contracts the whole world
to its sting. A stubbed toe to its throb.
Oh beautiful contusion, is it wrong
to love your annihilation
of everything but you?
Old Witch – Natalie Safir
The three- year-old looks up at me with puzzlement
and guarded fear and won’t come too dose.
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