Lily of wreck, lash time, burnt sand,
move me family to family,
house to house: gut house, rattle house, Autumn
gone house. Green pillar porched house, tricycle
in trash house, house of missing brick, rash of ivy house,
thrashing man who loves my thighs
house.
Small pebble in my palm, please rub me unworn,
tell me, where I'll sleep.
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Issue 63
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
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FICTION
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ESSAY