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I’m Asking for a Little Murmur
	Belly up on the trampoline, the evening lets the forest press to syrup us like a fist kneading back O look up to want to be a baby vortex Everything is so far away, still, it’s happening How to get it all inside us is why we’re lying here Omissions, which wait for us I’m trying to grow fur on this elasticity
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Panic at My Wilderness
	Wildlife wraps around my scarf as tires on the road explode like crows * I’m trying to get in front of those backs of heads Are they holding signs or giant spoons? Rows indicate the wait * Don’t panic at my wilderness * Who are you if you lie about your dreams? The dent in an over-ripe melon? I’ll never go below ground, just be absorbed by it Spider-fractures on glass mean no pristine alliance Though when I sleep, fill the empty parts of the door
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JULIA COHEN has 10 chapbooks out or forthcoming, most recently, For the H in Ghost, from Brave Men Press. Her first full-length book, Triggermoon Triggermoon, releases in 2010. She lives in Denver and can be found at: www.onthemessiersideofneat.blogspot.com.

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