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breast cancer, metaphorically

Betsy Johnson

repair the window prone to tipping some pieces ready to go like Mary
in a blue glass dress falling easily after old lead gets wound into a sleeping
coil while other panes need to be forced without breaking this is patience
that ends in mud pane garden crucifix crack & Q-tip what was broken back
up she goes to perch each day with the unholiest bursting bosom of light



Jenny Grassl

burn cinnamon       your remorse
I will attend your systole and flu

favor speckle for heart    take foxglove
burden in its tonic       please       don’t die

I do beseech you       beloved and strange
bowed with soft shoulders of penitence

charcoal absorbing nausea       petting your dog
wring hands       sanitized          wash     wash


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