Claire Scott

IN PRAISE OF A WORLD THAT IS NOT RANDOM   I must have. Stolen cash from my boss. Torn the legs off a cat. Sworn at the Afro’d server who...
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R. Riekki

I’m smelly— / brain full of spies, garlic in my asshole. I’m a cork, / a forty-foot pole. I’m a poet, which means I’m Spock / without the intelligence.

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