That Pomegranate Shine
By Lori DesrosiersI was the wrong kind of bride,
more sweat than glisten,
more peach than pomegranate.
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If You Leave Your Shoes
By Joseph RossIf you leave your shoes
on the front porch
when you run
Torso
By Francisco AragónDespite the absent head (whose eyes
were the green of apples)