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Elizabeth Sterr

Romulus

This is supposed
to be beautiful.

The train sounding
in the distance,
the lights that glide

down my ceiling
from cars passing
our window.

I imagine
a bicycle
alone

at the crest
of an expansive bridge.

You Don't Say

I saw the man-

the one who gave
us a ride to the party where we

dressed like snowmen
wearing suits and ties.

He laughed

a kind of silent dog laugh.
I heard everything

but his laugh.

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