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Repetition Works for the Moon – Susan Firer

 

Hopscotch breath, the empire of skin,
I am around me, even in threshold nights.
Small little word “glister,” it’s you
I today Scotch-taped into my medicine cabinet.

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AN OBEDIENCE EXPERIMENT – Sonja Taaffe

At customs, they confiscate your daughter
like a forged passport.
Today they cuff a child in an airport,
tomorrow they throw him from the walls of Troy.