July/Aug 2017 • Vol. XXXIX No. 4 Poetry |

Vessels

for H. D.   Hopeful vessels: a few petals, thrown up overnight, fragile amber flutes, the suns grail cups were not meant       ∗ ∗ Beauty, you've sexted me too often. Your pert leaves, coming to a fine point at the glass stop at nothing       ∗ ∗ If we hearthe same sequence twice, then someone's flaunting "inner logic," but the wind loosein copper chimes is now farmore 

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My Love

By Rae Armantrout

for H. D.   Hopeful vessels: a few petals, thrown up overnight, fragile amber flutes, the suns grail cups were not meant       ∗ ∗ Beauty, you've sexted me too often. […]

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By Rae Armantrout

for H. D.   Hopeful vessels: a few petals, thrown up overnight, fragile amber flutes, the suns grail cups were not meant       ∗ ∗ Beauty, you've sexted me too often. […]

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