Elegy for Sleep – Chrys Tobey 

You are the salty skin
of my childhood love slipping
out my bedroom window;
the eggs my mother fries
before she leaves for her night shift,
the creak of my father’s footsteps.

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Winter, Spring – Jim Harrison

Winter is black and beige down here
from drought. Suddenly in March
there’s a good rain and in a couple
of weeks we are enveloped in green.

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Instructions for Stopping – Dana Levin

Say Stop.

Keep your lips pressed together
after you say the p:

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Albeit – Carolina Ebeid 


Because I have wanted
—–to make you something

beautiful, I borrowed
—–a book on how to keep

a bee-hive made of glass.
——An observatory

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