by Nance Van Winckel
Wings, anyway, are, like brassieres, another cumbersome
strap on. Our Tilt-A-Whirl Deluxe Delivery System
pops us in and out of the Downtrodden’s Realm. Specters
inspecting. Have us a whim, and we’re there—as, say,
third base your kid tramples racing home. Love that
foot in the face! Piggy toe in the eye. Love it.
by Caroline Finkelstein
I’m a firefly, covered boat,
the housemaid, Sickle Moon.
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