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Longing in the Age of Quantum Mechanics

Lance Larsen

At the Tate she rhapsodized
about the shapes

in Braque so I stepped in to see
what it was she saw

Never mind she said
without your broken shadow

playing across his lines
it’s just another boring cubist nude


Lance Larsen is the author of five poetry collections, most recently What the Body Knows (Tampa, 2018). His poems have appeared in APR, TLS, Southern Review, Ploughshares, Poetry, Orion, MQR, New York Review of Books, Threepenny Review, Paris Review, New Republic, New England Review, and Best American Poetry 2009.


Henry Mills

Suitcases in the car, I found abuelo
knelt by his bed,
smelling of guaro, praying
for his late son, Roberto,
Homecoming Queen,
who paraded in a pink dress
even my tia (cross-herself)-admitted,
looked fabulous.

Home Birth

Noelle Armstrong

Last night I watched The Unassisted Home Birth of Felix Alexander Pt. 2. I
was most struck by the moment when the baby’s gray face emerged. Her
partner was wiping her ass right above Felix’s gray little face. Frightening
proximity of shit. Sent this to Ana Cecilia and she said: dear god. As in
dear god—deliver me from this? It makes sense now, the whole saga of


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