Joshua Burton

THE MOTHER, WHOLE   On our first date he said he loved me.             Don’t say that to me. I...
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Joshua Burton

stalagmites like / hands reaching // for that sickness/ inside every human...

Joshua Weiner

Black shadow hangs over the dust of my beloved; / So I turned myself into dust, but the shadow left me behind.

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