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Anne M. Terashima Rounding Out Our First Full Calendar Year In December’s morning darkness I spill my coffee, blot dark liquid with a questionable washcloth from the kitchen sink. Think This is what I get for once again contracting…

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Veronica Tucker Counterfactual, With Light Left On There is a version of me who leaves the house cleanly keys in hand no inventory the sink empty counters bare no small shoes by the door the body is uninterrupted it…

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