Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Rufo Quintavalle Mortadella It’s easy, you pick up a slip, wait then order spongy pink discs w/ white & green lacunae. Body and soul The eiderdown atop me like meringue; it seems to hardly touch my skin. I rise in the half-light; tinkling piss riffs with the song of the earliest bird. Next Poem
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