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Issue 75
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
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FICTION
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ESSAY
Issue > Poetry
When Everything I See Needs a New Name / the World Must Name Itself
When
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the clouds look
like something that would
be wrong with your lungs,
I forget where my heart
is, the color of his nipples,
& how to say "I know" in French.
I write a poem about
forgiveness and lose it.
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I'm not who I seem—
if I seem like someone
who should watch your children
or cut your hair.
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I never see the green
he spoke of, taste
its mossy pebbles or
peppery smell. Have we stopped
finding new fruit?
What waits to be gleaned,
soaked and eaten?