Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Nicole Cartwright Denison Squall Inside: rainy day; 4th period; teacher's aide time. Slide into formation, fingers pressed beneath backbone, shoulders, edge of Levis and Polos. Story-time and chants began well before anyone suggested light as a feather, stiff as a board; then check the skull to make sure she's intact, hands at sides, eyes in sockets. Outside: scent of chocolate geranium, stench in our clothes. Wind whipping, squall coming inland. Open doors blown shut.   Deciduous Pinnate folds unfurl; first since November's dulling. Dormant periods seem behind us. Next Poem
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