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A. Loudermilk Who do you think you are not answering the world? Onward tiptoeing soldier mouth poked full of cake? Maybe when you’ve always had your own room the fire escape collapses? So what’s to see from your window? Future disasters or just asters in the brook? House number or incest? Spur of murder? Unadjusted… More

Mute

Janani Vijayakumar I made love to you one night and came back feeling as beaten as the bus I sat in. I held on to the frayed seat, stared out the window, and felt my fingers numb. Hidden away like a sin, I wait for you. Come, suck the sweetness out of me. Drink me,… More