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by Robert Wrigley

The last thing the old dog brought home
from her pilgrimages through the woods
was a man’s dress shoe, a black, still-shiny wing tip.


by Natasha Sajé

Ursula is sure hybrids are sterile, like mules. I say
ligers and tigons, those spotted and striped hybrid cats,
aren’t healthy, and they’re confused about whether to hunt alone . . .

“If They Don’t Have Ritalin in Heaven”

by Roy Jacobstein

I guess I’ll be up there with all of them,
    Allah, Krishna, Yahweh, God, speeding
        along, shooting the shit with the Hims . . .


by Rebecca McClanahan

If you are anywhere near my age, you are familiar with the Routine Procedure, that unpleasant, potentially demeaning event every conscientious internist urges you toward as you approach your fiftieth birthday.

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