Jeffrey McDaniel

ST. PAT’S   On Metro North, city-bound, the Hudson unspooling. The surface is glassy and then sometimes it ripples, says my ten-year...
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Jeffrey McDaniel

If I were an organization, I’d be the UN. / If I were a pronoun, I’d be them. / If I were a fluid, I’d be smuggled rum. / In a missile fight, I bring a gun.

Cynthia Cruz

The boat of death moves soundlessly / Across the room. // Then the terrible gift:

Jeffrey McDaniel

I read you // thirteen year-old girl pinned down by your friend’s / nineteen year-old brother in a basement and excavated / as your favorite Crosby, Stills and Nash song / plays cruelly over the speakers. I read you housewife / with a crushed starfish in your belly

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