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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Joshua Weiner

Such knowledge / like a body / we grow into, / bodies aging / into bodies / we knew.

FM Stringer

I // became an envelope / licking itself // in anticipation of a letter.

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