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1 poem
by Leah Barber
Leah Barber is from Chicago. She holds an MFA in poetry from the University of Massachusetts-Amherst, where she served as assistant editor of jubilat. She lives in Western Massachusetts and teaches writing at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst.
Paranoia Is the Problem
Let me befriend it.
Whisper your name into my locket
Sloped under a radiator
On the table on all fours, weeping.
The glory days are happening
In my apartment
When water runs the wrong way
Down the steam knife.
The future is an open question
A festive spanking later.
We will cry for an hour
Together from 8-9 PM.
We will create a scenario.
We will cry at the fact
That everyone in this video
Lived their whole lives, and then died.
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