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Two Poems by Victoria Garcia
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Two Poems by Lisa Compo
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Her Skin
In this moment, I’m her nurse. When the whole of her draws back into her bed, I know I don’t belong in her hospital room, should’ve asked the charge nurse to change assignments. But I was curious. “How have you been?” I ask while taking in how time has changed her. “Fine,” she says with a mild smile, except if her mattress were a portal…
Thinking Futures
The bird came for my wife’s hair the day she asked for a divorce. We were arguing about time. I still had two more days of our trial separation before we’d talk through the results of said separation. She said she’d given me enough years of her life. And then the bird swooped down and snatched a strand of her hair. Hand on her head,…