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“At Dawn, Your Room Looks Aquamarine”

A woman lingers salt-speckled on the ship’s bow, bleeding

leaves of paper onto the ocean and wishing she were a semicolon.

If she were a semicolon she could dangle within and without the water,

could be the leaf that floats and the ones that drown. By Alaina Symanovich, from Hardly Doughnuts

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Three of my Yelp review poems appear in the debut issue of Hardly Doughnuts.