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DEATH OF NAPOLEON
by John Grey
Forlorn figure,
wasted away in the madhouse,
for the first time in that place,
none of the Napoleons were him.
Martha Stewart Downsizes: Notes Found on a Trailer Home Ad
by Jonathan Brandt
It was on COPS. Twice.
Neighbor’s porn server does trades.
PLUS—he’s a deaf mute.
TROLL CITY
by Kristine Ong Muslim
Learned to love the light
It quiets down to listen
To its own story.
The goats once found it
Restless and eternally hungry
Under the bridge.
It could have a history of its own
If it would only stop preying
And confess the mysteries of its world.
Its jaws clamped shut
Its eyes vigilant and proud
It goes home under the bridge.
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