A History of Drowning, 5 by Carrie Olivia Adams

Because of this, you are collecting gravel from the driveway
to keep in a small tin box by the bed.
Imagining the sound keeps you awake at night.

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Eating the Scraps of Dawn by Jen Currin

You are the only one who takes me as a madman,
who understands that my throat
thinks for me.

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Skins of an Orchestra by JP Dancing Bear

someone had captured the orchestra: your piano-skin rug in your study is evidence

A Poem for Valentine’s Day by Aseem Kaul

So here I am, receipts
scattered across the floor
like forgotten letters,

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Cercles, Alexander Calder, 1970

Circles on a Blue Background, Alexander Calder, 1969

Accessories Extra by Elizabeth Kerlikowske

A woman willed her unwanted hair to grow from a single follicle. Where to place the follicle was the question; the hair grew between three and five feet a day.

Fingernails by Jee Leong Koh

but tonight I prefer to think

of the soul as the finest sensations of the body,
not just an idea but the poem of its height, length and breadth,

Bruce, an Apprentice Stagehand, His Esthetics by Oliver Rice

Observe his attention to the action on stage.
He understands the wayward uncle,
the abused wife, the returning soldier,
love, anger, grief, joy —
what is explicit.