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Love Poem from a Replicant

J. Mae Barizo

Though he designed mechanical birds. Cloud

ladders also, used to besiege city walls.

The hand then, which was Olympic in its grandeur,

Note / Envoy

Zach Savich

Note

To say it and it won’t become information

Fruit sour before ripening, then sour and ripe

Anything starts in medias res if you say it

Leaving your house, even the cut grass smelled of basil

Envoy

I didn’t get around to mailing
The book so read it myself again

In sufficient snow
The widest street becomes a one-lane road
What will I miss last

trash exotica/roissy mcdonalds/red orange/radiant orchid

Kirsten Ihns

sufficiently decent pillow microfiber
soon

child in a happy shirt gives his brother
a happy balloon

i am the queen
of this trashcan
everyone looks in my eyes then down
before they throw their things away

every city needs a service to destroy
its unattended objects

i propose they burn everything
except the plastic
said my fantastic
french hot carpool driver

he wants to move to réunion

& do their trash advising

he has excellent zippers
on his sweater

and a bathroom full of orchids

Apelles Rides Off into the Sunset

Mia Kang

“ . . . he had some horses brought and showed them their pictures one by one; and the horses only began to neigh when they saw the horse painted by Apelles; and this always happened subsequently, showing it to be a sound test of artistic skill.”

—Pliny, Natural History, 35.6

The Fox

Liam O'Brien

This constant changing. Strange, new—honey locust

making a copper carpet on the grass.

A wave is rolling underneath: the past

gets bigger, different. More, and more, and less

myself. Dreaming today, I took a fox

to safety, though he struggled. Corridor

of green. Limited vistas, choices. Luck

Love Poem from a Replicant

Note / Envoy

trash exotica/roissy mcdonalds/red orange/radiant orchid

Apelles Rides Off into the Sunset

The Fox

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