Spring 2005 • Vol. XXVII No. 2 Poetry |

Infant Pearls

On the subjects of poetry and love, I ask a lot of questions that are the children of the questions I should be asking, but S just dances out there with her new escort, in her string of infant pearls and a black bra showing through white eyelet. I want to be just like her, half bride, half widow going to God in my mind.

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My Lethe

By Chase Twichell

On the subjects of poetry and love, I ask a lot of questions that are the children of the questions I should be asking, but S just dances out there […]

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