issue 1 :: Spring 1994

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Poetry: Josh Ronsen

Oh, don’t you feel like a museum
your insides dusty and forlorn?
You crawl far to find warm, living wonder
but once conquered, you are forgotten, ignored.
If life came today, I would prophecy teeth,
huge, unfeeling teeth, like corn.
yes, please, yes, yes, ,,,
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