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From Leah Horlick:

August 5, 2015

There’s some fragile storm stirring between us:

my bones unraveled from their red sleeves,

hollowed with splinters of lightning,

a lacy matrix where veins

and common sense used to flicker.

Now when I comb my hair

I worry about brushfires –

– Dry Spell

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