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Planned Remodeling

Valentina Cano

If my fingernails were sharp enough,
I'd peel my skin like old wallpaper.
I'd pick out a corner,
where it puckers against my graying meat,
and yank it away.
I can't imagine blood or pain.
I see only the stuccoed veins and muscle,
plastered together
when all they want is to
collapse apart.

Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either reading or writing. Her works have appeared in numerous publications and her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Web. Her debut novel, The Rose Master, will be published in 2014.

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ISSUE ONE: Trams Yell Yes!

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