Author: Josie Levin
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Interstice
It is not orange season and so the woman at the register charges two dollars extra to hunch over them – swaddle in my arms just a little bit longer There is a man at the park, jogging and does not stop so I cannot pet his dog and the dog and I eye each…
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child psychics
The kind of prophecies children give are more about showmanship than the world to come to enlarge my pupils the way another hand shrank and growled under mine I used to think the things I did to people in my grasp were magic but everyone can hit a muscle like this one and…
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walk woods
A homesick thing thinks about coyotes chewing on the inside more in the clearings walks past the cattails and thinks This used to be a marsh This wants to be a marsh again – pulls the stem off any dying dandelion and sees white blow out for the wind to eat You might be…
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In the 3rd museum to kick me out
my arm between the jaws of a marble wolf security guards ripping … To unlock the rest of this poem, join the Circus!
