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from Entries: L.A. Log, by Eloise Klein Healy

#5

coiling out to Malibu

on a copper strand

my sunglasses shine

like two westbound storefronts

open to the scenery business.

#7

I note the traffic patterns

of two Western Gulls

flying the Santa Monica Freeway,

sooty boomerangs

arching across their backs

as they exit up.

from Dividing the Fields by Eloise Klein Healy

Plants would get most answers right

if left to themselves.

And that moon tonight,

you watch it.

That moon and those trees

have worked together dividing things

since they were girls.

from The Committed, by Viet Thanh Nguyen

“We all become accustomed to the aroma of our own contradictions.”

from Wind in a Box, by Terrance Hayes

“Nights of inviolate wine and laughter, mornings with a finch opera outside our windows.”

from an interview with Meridel Le Sueur

Question: You don't write much about love—romance. Is that because that's bourgeois?

Meridel Le Sueur: Yes, it's bourgeois. I was trying to get away from bourgeois ideologies of sex, of romance and the family…

some beauty shop talk from Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison

“Must not be working out if she’s trying to kill him.”

“Be just like her. No appointment. No nothing. Come in here all late and wrong and want something fancy.”

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