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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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