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Poet: Susan Kealy
This is the place we have come to when the night murders another thing and another spoon drops.
This place of beetles and teacups and the city,
nobody’s island,
a map where broken hearts are charted, closes itself so not to be read.
You want to hold me so that I can feel your heart scratching itself into a bright circle but my hand has gone limp.
Muted, I stand dumbed by the stars.
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Leah Piekosz
