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By Bob Sykora This is the utopia where I kissed you on that pier on the lake in the dark.

By Adina Kopinsky Ice room, ice veins, ice in the cranberry juice the nurse hands me, her manicure a violent

By E. P. Tuazon “It’s not too difficult to make something like this happen, don’t you think?” Edwin asks me,

By Despy Boutris The moon, bright as phosphorous. I pick roses along the roadside as rain christens the town. Stars

By Corey Miller We grab them, search for their privates, judge their weight, peer into their eyes. I applied to

By Lucy Zhang I initialized constants for your name, variables for your height and weight, buffer sizes for your capacity