Issue 142

Summer & Fall 2012

Poetry Brittany Cavallaro Poetry Brittany Cavallaro

Tautology

The tickets in your breast pocket rest on

a pair of tickets and they’ve been punched

already. There is no train. That’s your flickering smile

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Poetry Brittany Cavallaro Poetry Brittany Cavallaro

Leitmotif

The ghost wants to walk through

your bedroom wall. When do you sleep?

The ghost wants to know. It wants to turn

the faucet on for your morning shower.

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