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Amy McCann

Winter 2013

Let Them Be Left

By Amy McCann

What we deem weeds flower in dank shades—mustard, owl brown—furred saffron with pollen, fierce to attach to the sinus. I float hip-deep in corrugated stems; I serve as distribution system […]

Winter 2013

Prayer

By Amy McCann

for JP An acorn unfurls a tail, tucked under its argyle cap, and goes after something smaller than itself to stow. Everything wild to own. Lord, please: full pocket me. […]