Issue 157

Winter & Spring 2020

Image from Unearthing I, II, III

Poetry J. Estanislao Lopez Poetry J. Estanislao Lopez

The Contract

He had shaken my hand earlier on the jobsite,
but now would not pay my father for our work.

Through the truck’s open window, my right ear
caught the rolling steel of a passing train, whistle

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Poetry J. Estanislao Lopez Poetry J. Estanislao Lopez

Constants

The universe is littered with them, strange discoveries
named like the bridges they are, suspended by braids

of integrals. The integrity of a relationship
can be measured, too. Most arc toward disintegration.

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