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..:: CONTENTS ::..
   Volume VI, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
   Volume I, Issue I
   Volume I, Issue II
   Volume II, Issue I
   Volume II, Issue II
   Volume III, Issue I
   Volume III, Issue II
   Volume IV, Issue I
Volume IV, Issue II
   Volume V, Issue I


Knees without ligaments
Find #13

Dome Bulfaro


Now incarnate in Trasimeno she makes an oar out of her femur then

a stone out of her kneecap signaling her desire to me

from out of her tibia a flute that enables our telecommunication

from her fibula an anchor that pierces my heart like a lance


Agilla, lake-bodied nymph, I sink in your depths and settle on your womb's bottom

like a baby, like a foundering suicide boat. Cling

to my body's bow like a figurehead and after, my compatriots start to call:

I look up, I see legs, and I talk to you like a sailor long away from home


Trans. Christopher Arigo


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