Featured LoveNote
"Chronic"
By Joann Zhang
Carry it like a sprain
or a missing limb; absence
like an accusation.
I could fly in the lightness--
God, how could I live
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down cast iron clad, trapped
in panes, glowing squares
like a glimpse or a cell.
Look at the spliced branches
beneath the window, full of buds
and raucous life.
Carry it like your newborn,
it is still your soul and joy.
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