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 Mar 2016 Weasel
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vertebra
 Mar 2016 Weasel
1487
Some days you don’t exist at all;

others, you bend me at the spine until I snap.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
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I've worked with shovel and
trowel half of my life but right
now if I could recall the hypo-
tenuse of a right triangle I'd
try another angle for putting
those tools to use digging a rect-
angular hole so neat and six feet
deep then sew my mouth shut
just so I can't tell the devil where
to go when it's cold and I'm sleeping
with white slugs behind my ears like
big Beltones so I can hear the mock-
ingbird sing those words on my stone.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
Alyssa Underwood
humbled like children
we embrace the Sustainer
letting go of self
~~~
 Mar 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
You can't turn back time
You'll soon come to realize
That those precious memories
Aren't worth a dime.
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