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"Gaia" J.M. McDermott We hadn't quite invented marriage, so we couldn't quite divorce when he invented infidelity. "Eating Bone" Shabnam Nadiya "It's over," Disha said aloud, "Shesh." The juddering movement of the rickshaw made her voice shake on that last word, as if there was still some uncertainty left. "Views" Paul Beckman Every morning l watch her go off to work after I watch her having coffee and toast standing at the kitchen sink while while wearing her slip. NC Poetry on the |