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Pap Smear

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“I have opinions / about the instrument of violence / holding my body open, its history / too brutal for metaphor, but I keep them / to myself.” 

Poetry

The fall

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“Perhaps, we live just in these / Boundless resources hedging / Us to an end no matter where / We’re standing,”

Poetry

Turn Over

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“Perhaps he ached to refresh / his smart phone screen to see numbers creep, / a few hundred at a time, as much care as a single vote / could ever endure, in this country counted by counties.”