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My beard, mostly gray now.
Pile in the sink like snow driven over
by trucks delivering toothbrushes
people could have gone to get themselves.
Fruits and Vegetables
Carol Hart
I didn’t know then how delicious they are fresh,
simmered with butter, thyme and cream. Maybe
you never knew. Yours were Birds Eye Frozen—
boiled, salted, turned out onto the plate.
Alligator Pickles
Xenia Sylvia Dylag
The tiny alligator wasn’t so tiny anymore. Its leathery face was smushed up against the sixteen-ounce pickle jar.
Where Are You? Here I Am, Here
Rebecca Meacham
My German Shepherd waits in my front yard. This is unexpected. We killed our German Shepherd a month ago.
Scarlet? I call. She’s doing that German Shepherd smiling thing you see in dog food ads.
Our German Shepherd wags. Her coat is black and tan and shining—it’s all grown back—and she runs the way she did when she was alive: a creature too big for the human world, a horse let loose in pasture.
This Body Will Not Carry
Annie Cigic
I go on long drives, childless-
a loud peace. An empty backseat,
ignoring seatbelts & airbags. No bodies
traveling at the same speed as mine.
