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August 14, 2018
The coffee from yesterday warmed up and left in the microwave, the late-December sky two hours before the sun comes up outside of smudgy windows. Sitting. The desk. The bed. The bed the desk. It’s funny the things we hold on to, for no particular reason, or no good reason.
by Jessica Reed
July 31, 2018
Perhaps we should begin in extreme heat
or intemperate ice, in salt solutions,
in drastic acid or radical alkaline, in heavy metals
or in toxic waste— wherever life seems improbable
or intemperate ice, in salt solutions,
in drastic acid or radical alkaline, in heavy metals
or in toxic waste— wherever life seems improbable
July 24, 2018
First, an unsteady tree of clothing inside the door: the coat rack, heaped with jackets, scarfs and furs, most torn, buttons missing, some stained, all rarely worn as few ever go out—for what is outside the house but another house?
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