Poetry | By Cole Swensen
Effect of noon
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To read this poem, please purchase a print copy of Issue #2, 2015
To read this poem, please purchase a print copy of Issue #2, 2015
To read this poem, please purchase a print copy of Issue #2, 2015
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I am not an asshole. I am a very kind and giving person. Where is MY freaking thank-you? Also, Mr. Pissywussy was declaring 2004 the year of blind choices. Now I have to take time to be grilled on what I want to write about and why. It’s a “Cat Spa.” It’s my goddamn …
How can we speak the same language, having two separate tongues? I wonder what you thought of us, all audience and cowardice. You saw your mother bombed and I saw my father bombed. The same dream whispered the Gardens of Eden never were. A fever checks the room., considering whom to inhabit. Your home sprung …
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