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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

Note / Envoy

Zach Savich


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



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

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



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