ant ant ant ant ant XV

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Sleepless, the sound of my eyelashes on the pillow

 

Sam Savage

January 2019

 

 

 

Ginyu 6

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soaking in the jar for three days the beans are pink and ready to split

 

my face is a trapdoor spider candy foil floats along the dark train floor

 

“aren’t all prophesies self-fulfilling?” sugar written in spanish

 

for just a moment my sense of smell returns the bewildered elms

 

feeling a bee the coins in my hand flash in the sun

 

 

Chris Gordon

March 20, 2000

 

 

 

ant ant ant ant ant XV

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the pineapple kept falling over so we ate it

 

Scott Metz

January 2019

 

 

 

 

ant ant ant ant ant XV

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Stepping on every shadow I cast away my faith

 

John McManus

January 2019

 

 

 

ant ant ant ant ant XV

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pillow talk from a semi-bold dark

 

Cherie Hunter Day

January 2019

 

 

 

ant ant ant ant ant XV

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The quicksand scenes that terrified me when young

 

Jon Cone

January 2019

 

 

 

ant ant ant ant ant XV

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o

cean

‘s

blind

hand

 

Johannes S. H. Bjerg

January 2019

 

 

 

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