Star Party – John Bargowski  

Jenny Jump State Forest, Hope, New Jersey

We’d just buried a friend—good mother, wife, volunteer—
an example for us all, the pastor eulogized

before we crossed ourselves, tossed our de-thorned roses
in the mud and drove west on 80,

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I Forget the Language of Scars – Eileen R. Tabois


I forget releasing breath to describe milk transformed by your scent.

I forget the taste of your mouth was song of licorice.

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this sad little enclave of horses – Julian Talamantez Brolaski

of all the lines of all the subway cars in all of new york city
we walk into the one with a corpse
it just puts everything into prescription for us
as jason stackhouse says

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