No Contact: Closing Time

Scheduled Delays
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Scheduled Delays

by Avitus B. Carle

Every Wednesday, the wife’s lover begs her to stay.

Every Wednesday, the wife says she will, then leaves before her lover wakes. There are pancakes to be made and her husband deserves to know.

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@britneyspears Found Golden Shovel
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@britneyspears Found Golden Shovel

by Alexa Norsby

Good. Oops,shall I start from the beginning? Me, coming out of a coffin every night for you,
years of dancing in the wrong direction, hoping this is it.

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The Full-Figured/Fat Woman and the Full-Mouthed Frog/Prince
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The Full-Figured/Fat Woman and the Full-Mouthed Frog/Prince

by Exodus Oktavia Brownlow

When I stand, I am taller but I cannot hop as high as I used to. You tell me, compromise, see how fast you can run. When I do, the land is not as far-distanced as before.


Yards slip by in seconds. Miles melt down to minutes.

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by Elizabeth Deanna Morris Lakes

A robot messages me to say he wants to fall in love & tell me I’m like a blooming morning flower stained with dew

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Hot House Honey
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Hot House Honey

by Ori Fienberg

Morning is a blown compressor, air unmoved
though we’re all coiled and under intense pressure,

still.

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White Wolf
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White Wolf

by Emily Lowe

She had once spent her days running through underbrush. “The forest was shrinking, and so were we.” She was part of a pack and then suddenly wasn’t. We took long walks through Crown Heights, past brownstones and steel apartment complexes.

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by Seth Bockley

into the sagebrush where the last
dogfought biplanes landed on strips
framed by phosphoric red flares
in the texas night

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28: .22/27
Nathaniel Berry Nathaniel Berry

28: .22/27

by Nathaniel Berry

My dog pays nightly respect to the horse skull that rests among the roses growing between the roots of our Siberian Elm. White skull with empty eyes dark and bottomless as the barrel of a gun. My dog knows more about Death than I do.

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