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All night our two animals prowl the inner extremities of their separate cages. all night my cat yowls. Stroking won't subdue her; her empty maw stretches wide, as if. . . as if he's free to come to her. as if they stil lived in the woods. |
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Premiere Issue (Issue #1), June, 1998 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.