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you are —                         a sore in my mouth, born             savage amid the delicate vowels i             spin for mother; the last rotations             of summer, all cracked lips and             missteps into sidewalk puddles.             my head tilted & searching for a             requiem to … Continue reading

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Alms of Ouroboros

Those politics will eat you for breakfast and leave the empty plate smeared with grease That’s not God in your needle That’s not love in your message That’s not virtue in your stained glass That’s not power in your eyes … Continue reading

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Contrails

            —after a photograph by Colleen MacLaughlin One answer lies in the tropospheric molecules scattering short blue waves and vapor meeting minus-sixty. But what’s the burning question? What orders the eye, the brain, to catch all the colors after rain? What … Continue reading

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Small Bed

When you turn off the light the room melts, butter in night’s hot pan. We talk as the familiar sneaks back wearing shy outlines. You say we are so close because our bed is small, letting us carry night’s long … Continue reading

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So Soon

I’m reminded of an egg’s brief perfection. What grows within must crack what contains it. At seventeen you squint at farther horizons bits of childhood still in your hair, your walk, your laugh. Behind you this place we fashioned each … Continue reading

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elegy

when the sky                         falls             catch its                         diamonds             on your                         wrists                                                       so I                         can find you             in the jar of black clay This is a reprint of work originally published in First Literary Review-East. Erik Fuhrer holds an MFA from the … Continue reading

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listen

your body is too small to build a river from therefore: shudder of flies what is the time cold blue around the lip of the curve of the stroke of light across from: glass too fogged to see through thread … Continue reading

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