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Two Poems by Margaret Ross

I thought if there were no space left us
then. Turn totheright
tasks to put off dwelling. How many
land on a limb, is the forecast true. You draw

the sheets, white notes across
a promissory silence. Our habits
tender, blinds dye
the sky beige, salt grating hot

up the back of my throat. Though if we let
the pretense drop, we need to
talk about and go. [...]

(from "Futures Exchange")

ISSUE 1

Poems by Robyn Schiff, Brian Blanchfield, Margaret Ross, and Dan Beachy-Quick
Art by Chad Andrews