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Poetry: Lane Falcon

Twelve Turns


“What do you want to do with me?”
While slicing an eggplant, phone
clamped to my ear: “What you’ll let me.”

In a parking lot, in a cone
of orange light: “Anything.”


Each night he leaves that letter
I don’t open, passes
my closed bedroom door. I see—

through the split screen of sleep,
my peace plant’s parted leaves

(I have the largest eyes)— each night,
zipped in fleece, his seamless

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