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Earth usually has more than one moon, study suggests

Talin Tahajian

When the last stellar-studded gown swept across the whole

bleeding world, I cried. The pearly night ate me up. Marveling,

you ask, What is it like, living in the larval object? I used to know—

the same goes for our sloshing planet. Now, I forget most things.

The darkness is round and white. It has become glorious and full.

Aria Aber

Crossing salt marshes in German sun,

my body brackets itself into a violable mass of skin:

I’m brown again, insignificant as a footnote. My father’s pride

in his second-hand Renault Megane—after years of driving

the white sedan with the duct-taped side mirror—knives me

Katie Willingham

The actor rehearses alone, before the rehearsal,

to get the lines right. If I could remember

everything, I doubt it would appear like

elegant scaffolding, a face on top, and limbs, how

they gesture now, in June, towards June things:

a dress covered in boats, leaves flashing their undersides

Marlin M. Jenkins

Boy / what big lies you have /

What big lashes /

What large heaps to hide

behind / cardboard and colored glass /

Boy / what grubby hands you have /

What big histories / Boy lying

Cassie Donish

she saw real birds

as wind-up birds with intricate

machinery; their whistles, the metal

architecture of their wings—she saw

them perched atop the hospital,

where exhausted women brought