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Man Ray Edits Notorious			
The initials A.H.L.D. float in front of a wall, Rains picks broken glass from the floor, light shifts and it is outdoors, Bergman wears black hose, a ladder crawls up her leg, she turns-- faces a deserted street, a picture of Leopoldine Konstantin flutters against an opaque window. Close-up of a key in her palm -- a leaf spirals onto white tile, she smiles at Grant, avoids conversation but once outside she breaks her word and takes his hand, is lead down the stairs to a 1946 Cadillac. She tilts her head at the sound of an old man's cough, covers her smile with a handkerchief. Grant drives away credits roll- no sound when the initials are erased.

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I prefer your dim blue uncertainties by ANJANA BASU
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I prefer your dim blue uncertainties			
A red leaf blows across the green road passes the shadow clock and grows eyes A red fox against the earth quick slick looks and is gone. Girl traces in the library: the pregnant blonde's velvet roll of glasses and shifted chair like the fox she was here hunting the knowledge of shadows.

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Crushing Aphrodite by ALEX STOLIS
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Crushing Aphrodite			
There is a part of me too cold and a part too wicked. The two get tangled in the web of her hair-Dylan's voice sings of vagrant clouds that beg for time in the sky that is her face. I want to be used-- used and left to die-- used and left to be baptized in the dust kicked up by the feet of strangers-- I want the knowledge she culled from slow and lazy rivers. I want to lie on my back and count the birds, wishing their wings were mine and fly to other side of the Wabasha Street Bridge, watch the sunset burn a hole in the corner of Jackie's Pride like a cigarette cherry burning a hole in my forearm after too many beers or not enough whiskey. I can almost, almost, hear the crow of a rooster and the cock of a gun--the heavy screams of barb wire scrape against stainless and I can't run fast enough to even earn a quiet look.

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