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National Poetry Month 2016: April 12th, Brenda Shaughnessy

Last Sleep Best Sleep By Brenda Shaughnessy Life, this charade of not-death. Amnesiac of our nights together, overheard talking in some other voice. The great fruits of my failure: silk milk pills with little bitter pits. Who talks like that? … Continue reading

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