Connie Wanek – Girdle

In our teens we all bought girdles
with rubber knobs to hold up our stockings.
We wiggled into them, our “foundations.”

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Lisa Olstein – Shimmer Here Shimmer 

Remember the feel of the latch:
a group of organic habits, such
simple structures. In storm

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Len Krisak – Tiberius

There won’t be conquests anymore.
Time saw to that. Now comes withdrawal.
There’s not the slightest chance that war
Will rouse the appetite at all.

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Léonie Adams – Home-Coming

When I stepped homeward to my hill,
Dusk went before with quiet tread;
The bare laced branches of the trees
Were as a mist about its head.

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