Ocean Vuong

Ocean Vuong

  TORSO OF AIR   Suppose you do change your life. & the body is more than a portion of night—sealed with bruises. Suppose you...
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Sophie Klahr

Sophie Klahr

I can imagine the baby pooling away from me / like smoke, imagine the doctors soft as birds / beating their wings, murmuring, guiding the dark plume / / into a bucket. Into a bag. Then afterwards, smoothing / a sheet over me.

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