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The Stepstool
[by Soap] White, foldable plastic. Coarse on top, smooth elsewhere. Under a foot tall. I remember looking slightly down to see it. Taking in the yellow photo manual, pasted on as a sticker on its side: children reaching sinks, adults reaching cabinets. I remember stepping on it, lunging with my whole leg, feeling like I…
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Clair de Lune
By Soap Amidst a starry sky I sit below millions of creatures delve underneath As I lay atop the lullaby of waves I sigh— of remorse, not of relief From sky to sea I cherish the past Of spreading wings, of soaring high I look down; the inky waters wipe any mentions of our saying…
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Du Juan’s Cry
By Diamond reside in an open tomb, a funeral colored blue, a nonsensical thing, to be made sense of soon, reach out arms of an unknown length to hold, listen to a dead one speak of self long ago. would you so like to see, what i can so see? the language of the birds,…
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