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Carla Criscuolo

Perspective

I no longer feel that
fierce tide flood my breast with
anticipation when I look at you.
Now you appear distant,
so indistinct as to be abstract. You
utter words that bounce off
the buttons of my dress, and fall
to the floor like sparrows to concrete
when windows get in their way.

Victor

We snapped the last word in half like a wishbone
and let the clavicle decide the winner.

He waved his triumph as a flag, stuck it
squarely in the remains of our argument

and claimed them in the name
of his own forked tongue.

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