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The bomb, by Daniela Elza

part of my school curriculum
included:
to assemble a kalashnikov
in less than three minutes
then aim.


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Our Spirit Animal Shapes, poem by Amy King

The nails of an honest masculine hand come
to grip beer in a bag with porcelain figure mentality
that others smash across the head
of a beating body, it’s so impatient of me to lethal
and legitimize alone time in your closet
where the evidence is flushed, fondled,


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I want your War, poem by Amy King

People of the western ways, use the major tools.
Size yesteryear up no more in face-forward
sexual positions nor sum another's lotions
through your own taut skins.
You too can be admired for a kind
of counseling that brackets out overgrown storms
in this planet's semantic discriminations.


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Flohmarkt, Vienna, 1975, poem by George Held

A damp chill fall Saturday in a Platz
Near the Donau, the bric-a-brac
Of the Austro-Hungarian Empire
For sale by vendors from 20 to 80:


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