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For the Programmer

Rachel J. Bennett

I would run with: you: or
perhaps have already
run this and: forgotten

how epiphanic: it became:
splinters: of sun breaking
my skin into your skin: your

thinking: so close I could taste
the next perfection: could
see the books: becoming

varsity equations: fraught
as the: blue coin: integral as
your absence and its

extraterrestrial name:
Sometimes: something
no one else sees: falls

outside my window:
There are hands
and strings: behind the

hands and at my
healthiest: I: imagine
we've held: the same

number to the same:
fire at least: since the first
distance turned: to another:

Rachel J. Bennett likes outliers. Her chapbook, On Rand McNally's World, is forthcoming (Summer 2015) from dancing girl press. A few places her poems live are Sixth Finch, Similar:Peaks::, Rattle, Big Lucks, Salt Hill, and Vinyl. You can find her on the M train and @rachtree11.

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ISSUE FIVE: My Laser Style

Geramee Hensley
   November is an anagram
     for fishhook

Taunja Thomson
   Skull, My Former

Rachel J. Bennett
   Level with Animals
   Field Dressing
     My Favorite Animal

   For the Programmer

Sean M. Conrey
   Alan Lomax Translation No. 1:
      Nimrod Workman, 'Mother
      Jones Will' (1983)

   Alan Lomax Translation No. 2:
      "Belton Sutherland's
      Field Holler" (1978)

Heather McNaugher
   Nature & Environmental
     Writing Workshop

Thea Goodrich
   Keynes & Keats as the Keystone
     Cowboy: Infinite Iterations

Vanessa Couto Johnson

Raymond Farr
   Encroachment on a Dry Source

Kristin LaFollette
   The Burial

Anna Kreienberg
   a tornado poem

Alejandro Escudé
   A Proper Pressurized Blast

Cathryn Cofell