Matryoshka (as Madness) – Alexandra Teague 

If you could start
at the center: nest
a solid self inside
a safer self
like a house
so no one sees
all the ways you’ve
twisted open, copied
yourself. How you

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Music from Childhood – John Yau

You grow up hearing two languages. Neither fits your fits
Your mother informs you “moon” means “window to another world.”

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Winter: Tonight: Sunset – David Budbill

Tonight at sunset walking on the snowy road,
my shoes crunching on the frozen gravel, first

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Becoming – Brian Swann

The beat of oars, precise footprints neat as shadows over
the surface of the void, moving together, race along the course

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