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Christopher Brean Murray
Somewhere Rilke speaks of "vast, ruined kingdoms of cloud." That from the love letter of another exiled prince.

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Milkweed Editions

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Emily Lee Luan
A sadness          held in the mouth. Is this Savor my           ceaseless condition? If so, I’m Sick                    with it. Pull out my molars. Make of             me a simpler O.

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Nightboat Books

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Annelyse Gelman
The dominant metaphor for the body was the engine The dominant metaphor for the city was the body The dominant metaphor for identity was consumption Sometimes a brain got too big, holes had to be drilled To make room, I committed the first page of the economics textbook to memory People always want more, no matter how much they have already

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University of Chicago Press

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Chris Dombrowski
grip, so much like this white cloud that eludes the branches’ grasp before lofting west: the wind- blown work of her hands—long-traveled, adrift from parts celestial, a word I haven’t quite relinquished.

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Wayne State University Press

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Wong May
The late Qing Emperor left 4 words On a stone pier: “Dawn Moon Over Lugou”

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The Yale Review

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Traci Brimhall
               That’s how I know I’m a successful candidate. The temptations. The failures. The ever afters of forgiveness I have already lived. For so long I offered others the love I wanted to receive, the cursive letters and lost slippers.

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SWWIM

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Olivia Muenz

But don't let this get you. Down. Don't go all soft. On one now. I am frozen. In time. I am a big memory box. I am all meat. I can eat you alive if you let me.

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Switchback Books

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Sarah Audsley
When my mother returns, she is the bitter in my mouth I can’t dilute; she swells inside; she’s the branch from which birds will never fly.

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Texas Review Press

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Jami Padgett
when it died; the turtle I found & kept beneath my bed with a leaf to eat, that my brother threw from the bowed back door before he said I was cruel

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Nashville Review

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